A Terribled HoaxI saw him today.As I silently rode by, watching his every move. His smile. How easy it is to forget your surroundings when one object steals your attention. He did not know I had passed him by, but his face was lit with humor. If he had known, surely he would have frowned. Such a terribled hoax on my heart. But I saw him. Today. Out my window. He was there, he was real!The familiar rush of a disappointed wave still washes over me. For he did not see me. Nor did he care. He told me once, "This is where you belong." But belonging has been released and all ties to his heart have been severed.He did care, once.Now tragedy
My Mother The LumpMy mother the lumpis not very plump,but her head's in a slumpand she looks like a bump... on a log."My head's in a fog!""My nose has a clog!""I'm as sick as a dog!"I am sorry the she must hog.... the bed.She hasn't been fed,she looks nearly dead,and her eyes are unnaturally red.But my mother's the best!She'd ace every test!If this cold weren't a pestshe'd get plenty of rest,but for now my mother's a bump on a long,her head's in a fog,she's as sick as a dog.And if I don't give this song a rest,she'll toss me in a bog!