I found a poem on the table
At first glance, I thought it just paper
Covered in words
When I looked closer,
It was written in verse

Though the author left no age, nor name
I knew they were young,
All the same
The words had their way with me
A sultry slip off the tongue
They must have been young

I wonder if she had long blond flowing hair
Or if he worked out
I felt a lot of hope went into
This literary piece
It kept me happy, the day long, at least

I took the poem home with me
I left a note in its place
It read: beautiful poem, man.
I will keep it 'safe as I can.

Maybe one day I'll leave a poem on coffee table
In a coffee house
I'll have to write one first,
No doubt it'll be worse
Than the one I found today.

Ode to a High Road House
You are the lion
And I, the mouse
Back and forth I scurry
In constant hurry, as the clientele flurries

I change my hair for you
I worry about what to wear for you
It's for my success that I care for you


Ode to a mouse
I saw her in the High Road House
Skurtling across the the busy floor
She treats haste as a virtue, what for?
I understand the need to succeed
Appreciation is all she asks for
Tranquility is all that she needs

The world crouching at her feet
As a dog awaiting a treat
Patience
Patience, my friend,
Sit still for a while
And let the world revolve around you.

No one will ever know how close you were,
Or how much you hurt
Until you JUST DO IT.
You can't write, stop writing
You can win, stop fighting.
JUST DO IT.

No one else is gonna DO IT for you
And you can never ask them to.
Fear tells me you won't DO IT.
But he's too rational.
Courage says stop thinking.
Because he's scared.
And Forsight never cared.

Go, run now, to the kitchen!
Quickly, before the brain kicks in!
Grab the first thing you see,
Looks sharp enough to me.
No time, to change my mind
JUST DO IT.
This is a job for the bottle.

Flowers are always pretty,
Lillies and Sunflowers too.
But all the flowers in the world
Aren't half as pretty as you.

Cakes are certainly sweet,
Brownies and cookies too.
We could bake, the sweetest cake
It would never be as sweet as you.

Rainbows are really quite beautiful,
Sunsets and snowflakes too.
Put all those dazzling scenes together,
But they're still not as beautiful as you.

Oskar was pretty kind,
He rescued all those Jews.
But even Mr. Schindler,
Isn't half  as kind as you.

Lepricorns are lucky,
So is the number Three,
But all the lucky charms in the world,
Aren't as lucky as me.

Ms. Reznikova
Won't you come over
I'd like to show ya
A thing or two
You won't find in an English book.

Marking coursework's got you bogged down
Let's me and you paint the town
Take a night off
Play truancy with me
Ms. Come on over, I'll cook.