I’m afraid to use the faucet,
Though I really need a drink.
The water might run past my cup
And make the kitchen sink.
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).