Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Poetry Bug

Photo by Grandma C

 Poetry Bug

The Poetry Bug
He's not under the rug

He hides in the dark of night
When you turn off the light

He worms his way in to your head
Then makes you want to leave your bed

Where is the note pad is in your head
No back to sleep sleepy head

Where is the pen.. runs through your head
No back to bed sleepy head

Lie back down your breath slows down
In the morning I will write it all down

Yup that was the
Poetry Bug

By Grandma C

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