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).

Tuesday, 31 May 2011

Uncle Song

We’re gonna steal our uncle
and stick him in a box
and put him in our closet
with an iron door that locks.
And then we’ll always have him,
and then he’ll always stay,
and we’ll only ever feed him
when he promises to play.
And if we ever let him out,
we’ll chain him to the floor,
and never let him meddle
with our barricaded door.
We’ll make him play our favorite games
And never set him free,
except perhaps at Christmas
when we’ll tie him to the tree.

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