28 July 2007

TOM THE CONQUEROR














Tom the Conqueror
Tom the Great
Already running 10 minutes late
Got his new pants
Stuck in the gate

His mom had them pressed
He really did care
They matched his red shirt
And nicely combed hair

He waited all week
To wear just this pair
But now all the neighbors
Were starting to stare

So Tom the Conquerer
With greatness and ease
Smiled while pleasantly wanting to please
Looked to the left
And looked to the right
And waited 'til he thought
There was no one in sight.

He removed one leg
Then the other one too
He artfully pulled his pants
Over each shoe

He then gently shifted
And moved with such care
He was patient and focused
And didn't dare tear

Then whisked down the street
In his plaid underwear.

A BOY NAMED CHRIS











For Chris Russo

A boy named Chris
Once asked me this
"How do you write such things?"
I suppose I just
Squeeze my brain
And see what luck it brings.

Then I crick my neck
And wink my eye
Bend an elbow
And let out a sigh
Clasp my hands
Chew my gum
Wiggle my ears
And touch my thumb

A boy named Chris
Once asked me this
Are there many things that rhyme?
I'm not quite sure
Don't really know
But I'll try from time to time.