poetry

Hot dogs cause gas yet I will still eat every bite - They are delicious

If I had a dog named Goliath There’s nothing that we wouldn’t do We’d spend every day together and play Together forever, we two We’d climb to the top of a mountain And swim to the floor of the sea We’d sail away for a year and a day Together, Goliath and me If I had a dog named Goliath There’s nowhere that we wouldn’t go We’d fly to the moon in a big red balloon

Beware the dreaded walrus-bee The buzzing terror of the sea Whose sting is bigger than his tusks And who hunts along the beach at dusk

In Shangri-la, the snails fly Each afternoon they fill the sky With snail clouds - the squishy kind That no one ever seems to mind Since snails bring the best of luck Not rain or other awful muck So give a snail a friendly hug Since they’re the nicest kind of bug

A cat and a mouse went waltzing one day They danced round the floor hand in hand Said the cat to the mouse, “They’re playing our song, I think this is our favorite band.” The mouse wore a top hat and bow tie For he was always impeccably dressed His whiskers were combed out and straightened And his shiny black shoes matched his vest The cat wore a ball gown of violet

The trees are crying. I can hear them. Their screams fill the air and echo through the valley, each howl louder than the last, more painful than the last, building and climbing and riding on the last as the crests and troughs of the sound waves amplify each other here and cancel each other there – a barely constrained tempo, a barely constrained tempest and there is nothing I can do for them but listen.

Elephants are people too They do the things that people do They eat, they sleep, they laugh, they play And eat their vegetables every day

An octopus would If an octopus could Hug you with Eight different limbs And then you could play In the sun every day While you sit on the sand And it swims