Wits, Whims, and Wicked Kids Poetry for Children: My Own Time

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, 12 July 2011

I'm sick of meticulous poetry

That's carefully crafted, composed,

Respectably rhythmed and properly rhymed,

Logically structured and tickety-timed,

Where roses and shepherds repose.

No, I'll find my own time,

my own rhythm,

my own rhyme.

Catch the beat.

Watch my feet.

This poem knows;

it sows, it grows

its own kinda rose.

Wits, Whims, and Wicked Kids Poetry for Children