I wrote an Invisible poem today.
Guess what it did...
He said to me, so subtly
no more a whisper than a shout...
In a corner of Spokane
There's a silly old man...
It's almost like it was yesterday
I was 5 years old and full of play...
Black and white is the collie of her hair,
Quickly vanishing like a ninja in thin air...
Oh divine donut!
Melt in my mouth you moist succulent treat...
Rain, rain,
Give us rain...
There once lived a man and his wife with a baby...
The two never gave much attention to the boy...
Hens sit clucking, awaiting
Arrival of their precious chicks...
James enjoys dirt, his clothes stay a mess
cars, planes, and trains, but likes this girl Jess...
"Happy Easter," she cried.
as she ran to open...
Oliver is back,
and he likes to make his presence known...