I’ll start at “a,” the first letter there is,
And go on to things that are hers and are his.
I’ll write about you and I’ll write about me,
I’ll write about writing and about a dead tree.
I’ll write a short prologue (you’re reading it now),
And then I’ll write the rest (but I don’t know how).
Now I’ve said the ABC’s, let’s move on to the dead trees.
There is one in my backyard, prob’ly in yours too,
They are kind of ugly, but without them what’d we do?
They sit there and rot, of course,
But that can be just fine.
‘Cause it acts like fertilizer,
And grows the bush and vine.
They both grow in dirt, which yeilds the dying tree,
Which shows you there’s a circle,
Now what about you and me?
I don’t know who you are, but it is plain to see,
If you pay attention, you’ll find that I am ME.
You may be a girl or boy, or something in between,
And if you are it’s sick and gross and you’re already dressed for Halloween. (and stop reading now and flush yourself)
I may be a girl or boy,Â
I’ll tell you now, I’m male,
And you better buckle your seatbelts,
‘Cause this is a very long tale.
There are different things that make up who we are,
Like where you lived and who you’ve loved and when and also how far.
But the thing that makes the difference to people all around,
It’s not you on the inside – it’s the part that they have to look at, kids. (but I guess that part kinda matters a little bit, too.)
Paper is fun to draw on,
Pencils do the job,
You can draw a monkey,
Or an angry mob.
feelings can burst out of control,
Or they can be subdued,
Like when you are so happy
That you forget your food (which doesn’t apply to me)
If you are reading this right now,
You probably like to read.
I feel the same about reading,
I like to read. (i know it doesn’t rhyme)
One two three four five six seven
I’ll meet you when the clock says eleven.
Then we’ll go and take some tea,
I’ll talk to you, and you to me.
I’ll talk in riddles, you’ll speak plain,
My puns and jokes will give you pain.
Speaking of jokes, here is one:
How do you get a bear into a milk carton? (answer: get binoculars, a milk carton, and tweezers. Wait for a bear. When you seeÂ
one, take out your binoculars and look at it through the wrong end. Pick up the bear with the tweezers, and make sure you put the lid back on the milk carton!Â I forgot once, and whooo!)
Typing is a pastime
That many like to do,
And you can type about anything,
Like the color of some glue. (which is most likely white)
Glue is very sticky and it sticks to most surfaces including hardwood and laminate flooring! (but why the heck would you be gluing that, anyway?)
Beethoven was a genius,Â
All the best agree,
That he was a smart pianist,
But NOT AS GOOD AS ME!!!
Speaking of pianos, I play one every day.
It keeps my fingers moving, ev-er-y which way.
Speaking of ways, there are many in our lives,
We all have to choose one, and a bad one is to play with knives.
While we’re on that subject, I heard about a guy,
Who played with knives day and night, and somehow didn’t die! (don’t try that at home, kids.)
Speaking about the kiddies,
I know quite few.
In fact, I am one of them.
And I suppose the same for you.
Roller coasters are so fun,
Much more than thim po-e-um.
Now I’ll stop and then you’ll see,
Your life was better before you met me.
(Hey look, I’m a poet and I don’t know it! I did it again, my friend!)Â