April poetry

Robbery at the Parade

People on elephants, people on feet

People dressed in clothes that are neat

Men eating lumps of cooked meat

“Yum,” they say, “what a treat”

Women swing torches on fire

Men recite songs that are dire

People pointing guns at me

Wait… that shouldn’t be.

I Saved a Fish From Breathing

Humans die from drowning

Fishes die from a breath

But either way is the same

They both end in death

I saved a fish from breathing

I’m very glad that’s true

For if it wasn’t in my belly

I’m not sure what I’d do.

All About me

Tired, tired, tired: I’m weary

Dirty, dirty, dirty: I’m smeary

Happy, happy, happy: I’m cheery

Yes that’s what I am.

Seasons

In the time after winter, in spring

Flowers flourish and grasshoppers sing

But in winter the trees are all dead

And it’s dark when you wake up in bed

Sweaty summer is so full of heat

We feel like freshly cooked meat

When butterflies zoom up and down

Trailing wings like a silky gown

In autumn the leaves all fall

So the trees look deadly tall

And ravenous vultures fly around

Malevolent eyes sweeping the ground.