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).

Monday, 30 May 2011

In the Hall

I'm in the hall
and can't recall
just what I did to earn it.

The teach was mad,
so I was "bad."
I guess I'm here to learn it.

When I awoke
my heart was broke
to leave my bed for school.

Now outta class
and free at last,

I wonder, who's the fool?

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