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, 28 May 2013

The Promise

Biting's fun,
I like to pinch,
I like it when I make you flinch.

Then you shout,
and say, "That's bad!
You're a naughty no-good lad!"

"Biting's wrong,
And pinching stings.
Promise not to do these things!"

Yes, I see,
You're right, I say.
I will not hurt in any way.

Cross my heart
And hope to die,
Stick a needle in my eye.