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.

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(...or don't...he doesn't really trust emails from children. They can be sticky).

Tuesday, 31 May 2011

I will not Share

I've got a bunch of awesome stuff,
Like games and toys and stuff.
All my stuff’s the coolest stuff.
You gotta see my stuff!

I love my stuff—there’s just enough
Of stuff to keep me playin’.
And I’m real tough—I keep my stuff
From wandering off and strayin’.

So all beware—I will not share.
I’ll stuff my stuff away.
I’ll stuff it almost anywhere,
So no one else can play.

I’ll stuff it in my dresser drawers,
And underneath my bed.
I’ll stuff the stuff beneath the floors, and down my pants, and up the tree, and over there, 
            and under here, or maybe there instead.

And when my stuff is stuffed away
And no one else can play,
I’ll stuff the sun and clouds and sky
And hide the day away.

Then all the parks and fields and trees
Will all be mine to own.
When all the world is stuffed away
I’ll play all day  . . .  alone.

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