Friday, June 8, 2007

My little sister


I made my list
We went to the airport in the mist
My sister twist my wrist
My special handshake

She kissed me
And told me she’ll miss me
And she waited in the mist
Till the flight moved with a twist
Then came the end of the lovely gist.

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

My dog


I had a dog.

Who stayed in a log.

He started to hog,

on a fog.

So he could not fit in the the Log

A little smile



Sparkling sparkling in the night,
Sparkling sparkling in day light.
Guess and tell me if your sure,
what is sparkling all the time.
It is growing in your mind,
It is just a little smile.

My Cooks book

I took a book
for my cook
She hung it on a hook
and took a big look.