Comment from my instructor:
Judy- these poems are really VERY good. Your images and your rhythm are top-notch. The little monkey poem breaks my heart. Great job!
My Name is Smith
My name is Smith, he spat at me
My spectacles are poorly
Been wandering ‘round this town all day
I demand you to please help me.
I am old and so very feeble
I am crotchety, and oh so slow
I have no family around here
And that is what I am told
If you could help to my lair
I will reward you most greatly
Please hold my arm and lead me through
I live here to our rightly
The door swung open and I stepped back
The smell was quite distinct
Many animals rushed towards me,
And I had no time to think
A cow, a lamb, a duck, a cat
Welcomed us most gleefully
I helped him to his little chair
And he flopped down on the settee
An envelope on the table with
Edges yellowed and tattered
He pulled out some brand new bills
Several twenties, they did scatter
I have no more time for you, he said
Guess he was no miser
Quickly I ran down the street
A little richer, but no wiser.
Four Little Monkeys on my Butt
What a lonely child I thought I was
One sib already grown
Lots of family here and there
So many out of town
How I longed for a little sis
Someone I could show my wit
I begged my parents to oblige
A TV is all I get!
Many, many years had passed
And I knew the time was right
Somewhere between happiness and sorrow
Four little monkeys came to light
Oh, how they loved their mom,
Upstairs, downstairs, in the basement
They were always, always by my side
I was their source of entertainment
Four little monkeys on my butt
Always happy to be about
Through naughtiness and sickness
I never had doubt
Today they all have left me
One by one they’re on their own
So very far from my tree,
My little monkeys have flown.
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