July 17, 2012

3 Poems

I have a really great idea.
It's gonna be so sweet!
I'll tie a sheet to my hands and feet
and let the wind blow me up the street!




Mirror mirror on the wall,
who is the fairest of them all?
Nevermind.
I can see the fairest of them all is me.
My eyes, my lips, my flowing hair.
I must be this fair everywhere!



I don't need a barber
I have my own great way
Of shortening my hair at any time in any place.
You see, my hairs are all attached and linked inside of me
and if I pull on one end, the other end begins to shrink!



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