The python climbed up in the tree.
Where it crawled to, I couldn't quite see.
So I stood their in fear
Hoping I wouldn't hear
Something slither down softly on me.
When bending to sniff at the rose,
A bumblebee flew on her nose.
The bee wouldn't sting
That long, ugly thing
Two Quatrains:
The crinkle, crackle of the ice
And glitter, gleaming of the sun
Create an artist's paradise.
But limbs of trees don't have much fun.
A cloudburst is more picturesque
Than is a quiet sprinkle.
I sit entranced behind my desk
And watch the windows wrinkle.
Track stars on my bedroom walls.
I called them enemy, war-mongers,
moderators of nightmares.
I screamed for reinforcements,
dug a blanketed foxhole,
did not see Mom take aim
with bazooka newspaper.
I heard explosions,
peeked from covers to see
new roses on daisy'd wallpaper.
Mom kissed my forehead.
I wished her to stay,
but I dared not tell her.
Eyelids frozen, I fought sleep.
Clattering beyond my pillow
were dreams of bloody legs.
Last month I did some homework,
And then my puppy ate it.
He growled at me, so it was clear
That even puppies hate it.
I told my teacher that my puppy
Thinks it's mighty cruel:
That awful-tasting homework
We're asked to learn for school.
She said to bring my puppy in
The next day, and no later.
But when the two came face to face,
