mykindofman Poetry (2)

morning light
summer wind
fading glimpses
soon begin

apple for the teacher
filled with delight
putting on your jacket
don't leave my sight

playing ball
sure is great
hit a homer
now race around to the plate

sept again
pile on the bus
dressed in your best
just like all, you could trust

nervous as hell
with a face full of pimples
its prom time again
ask the one with the dimples

wow what a journey
filled with laughter and joy
this was my tale
from an author named Roy

day after day
and nite after nite
I search thru the darkness
to seek out the light

flies on the wall
tics in my bed
what does this mean
visions of you in my head

sitting at the desk
pounding away
tap click tap tap
is what you hear all day

mother watching tv
naked and afraid I think
see the monkeys do their thing
boy they look like they stink

snow flies up north
without prejudice it seems
it don't care who you are
frozen car door! You scream

just another freestyle
theres nothing to it
its so simple that even
a child could do it