My Mind

My mind is like a storage room
So many boxes of ideas, facts, and memories
I pick up the boxes,
Searching through the mumble and jumble
for that factor of two numbers.
Finding it is like discovering an old model airplane
In an old box.
It feels good that I found it
And I hope I can find more
I want to keep searching.

Alphabet Poem

A
Bouncing
Cat
Did
Eat
Frog
Guts
Having
Icky
Jelly
Kicking
Lemons
Mating
Nitwit
Octopuses
Pulling
Quail
Running
Sloths
Tolerantly
Under
Vultures
With
Xtra
Yelling
Zebras

Trouble Poetry

The trouble with paper
Is that it easily rips
And gives you a papercut
On your tips!

My friend Garfield

This is my friend, Garfield
So orange and balmy
The safest thing in the world
Except my mommy

This is my friend, Garfield
All soft and stripey
But before the wash
He can smell a little ripey

This is my friend, Garfield
I love him, I do
But sometime I wish
He could talk, just like you!