From the author:

From the Author:

I will not introduce myself.
I will not ask "How do?"
I will not wave, I will not bow,
Or shake a hand with you.

For I am not polite, my friend;
I have no social grace.
Like you, I have no manners,
And I never learned my place.

Instead I'll write a poem
And I'll put myself in verse,
And if you like the sound of me,
Well, THEN we might converse.

So read a line or two of me,
Or don't, if it's a chore,
But since you've read fifteen of me
I bet you'll read one more.

Click here to contact the author
(...or don't...he doesn't really trust emails from children. They can be sticky).

Sunday, 29 May 2011

Hide and Seek

All the hiding places stink.
We’ve used them all before:
Behind the blinds, beneath the bed,
Around the closet door.

Now I’ve found a better place,
A sweeter, neater plan.
Come see if you can find me now;
Come catch me if you can.

Once I hid in the blink of an eye
And once in a blue moon.
Once I hid way back in a flash
And then one day in June.

I couldn’t hide in outer space
So I hid just in time.
Because I couldn’t find a place,
I’ve hidden here in rhyme.

Yes, I know places I can hide
That no one ever finds.
When I need to slip away,
I hide between the lines. 

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