The Stubborn Poem
I felt the poem dance
in my head,
It gave me cause
to scratch,
It gave me cause
to wriggle,
So I looked for my
head latch.
I tried so hard to
let it out,
So I dug deep in
my eyes,
I wrinkled up my
funny nose,
And tried my mouth
for size.
But the poem was
so stubborn,
It stayed right in
my head,
So I shook it very
fiercely,
And ended up
bright red!
Joy Weare
6th August, 2004.
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