Feb 042012
I sat there
ever so long,
watching as you walked to and fro,
wondering if you would ever notice me.
“Maybe,”
I pondered,
“She’s saving the best for last.
I’ll be gone before the end of day.”
Yet still I sit here.
And now my thoughts turn
to self-reflection,
self-doubt.
Maybe I am not as good as I think.
And so, I fear,
I made a dreadful mistake.
I tried for myself.
What raptures above!
The taste of sweet, sweet sugar,
on the tongue that I don’t have.
So, self-contemplation at an end,
I turned aside,
to write you this note.
Please don’t wonder,
when you find me gone tomorrow.
I even threw away my own paper
so as to be of no inconvenience to you.
I am too delicious,
to share with anyone else.
Therefore I ate myself.
PERFECT!!!! Another cupcake kid?! lubm
My Gift to You
a poem by James Clark II
I wont give you money
You can’t have my car
I’d give you my cash
But that wouldn’t get you far
You needed a gift that’s not quite so material
So I offer my thanks with this box full of cereal.
These Cocoa Puffs come straight from the heart
So eat them and think of me.
Such giving is an art.
I’d have bought Frosted Flakes,
But the package was blue…
I needed a brown box
for my gift to you.
Wow! Nicely done! I’m going to save this. But first I am going to add an apostrophe to the “wont” in the first line. Lack of punctuation can sometimes be intentional, but I’m guessing that you, Mr. Grammar, didn’t do that intentionally. =)