Words are like woodworm.
In my brain,              see there they are again.
          Eat through my brain.

BUT!!!!!!

Can I type quick.
           NO, would be the answer to this.

BUT!!!!! wait a minuete lets see.

                I dreamed of pink eggs.
           I balanced.
       And had my blue days.
  Even went over the edge.

Poems I like an egg stain on my face.
                                                                         If you wipe it.
                                                               It still will not go away.
                                                                  That is why I love it.