Month: Feb 2014

 

A poem that’s true,

is a poem for you.

It may have little red hearts or stinky farts,

but a poem that’s true,

is a poem for you.

Done with a spade or pink by the shade,

a poem that’s true,

is surely for you.

Red or yellow, green or blue,

all the colours

are meant for you.

Rustling trees or honey bees,

Give your toes

the shivers.

Hands full of grease or made by your niece.

A poem that’s true,

is a poem for you.

Kittens and wales, held by their tails

A poem for you

must surely be true

Snuffy or snooty or bossy galore,

a poem for you

is luckily in store.

Strength you regain,

is love we maintain.

Hiking on mountains,

digging up fountains

a poem that’s true

is meant for you.

Packaged up boxes,

singing with foxes

a poem for you

is quite strangely true.

Luke or Genna,

Olivia or Dee

I love you and you love me!

Sandy Cammell