Poems

Stolen Goods
A bucket full of berries,
A pocketful of flowers,
A handful,
of stolen tomatoes,
From uncle peter's shed.

All of the goods,
In return,
for $10 and 50 c.
That's all in good favour,
Till uncle peter's anxious,
To get all the change,
To pay for a paver!

Taste
Oh,
The fabulous feeling,
That the ice-cream creates,
A delicious cool subsistence,
Melting on one's fate.
How your tongue comes for more!

The puffy candy floss,
How it looks so beautiful,
When you pluck a few puffs.
And pop them in your watering mouth,
Making a sugary pile!