Even More Poetry

Recently I got three of my poems published in an anthology for young poets. Unfortunately, one of those poems is not on the computer, but I will get it on here soon. 

Pie

Pickle Pie and Egg Yolk Pie

And pie for grumbly men

Pansy pie and Chess-piece pie

And pie for a little wren

Wishy pie and washy pie

And pie that’s made with a penny

All this pie sounds really good

But I think I won’t have any.

Charles Dickens Rap

On February seventh

At the earliest chimes

A child was born

During very Hard Times

His name was Charles Dickens

And his father was a louse

He had a couple siblings

And he lived in a Bleak House

He worked at a factory

And it wasn’t fun

Who owned it? Who knows

Maybe Dombey and Son.

He loved a good lady

But their love had to end

Too bad, it’s sad

They had many a Mutual Friend

He soon became a clerk

And it was not the tops

He maybe could have worked

In a Curious Shop

He wrote a fun book

And in poured the dimes!

and the quarters and nickels

and he heard fortune’s Chimes!

He went to  America

He didn’t like it, what a pity

From London to New York

It’s A Tale of Two Cities!

And his love for his wife

Began to desist

For his life this was a sad

And an ‘Oliver’ Twist

He wrote Little Dorrit

And A Christmas Carol

But illness in him

Put his life in peril

He died.

He ‘d been a famous author

And went to many nations

But all he had for himself

Were many  Great Expectations.