We are not Perfect,
Every one of us has Faults
Just like mother Earth

Sweet devil's foid cake freshly baked
Is there any dessert more tasty?
Capturing our minds,
And capturing our hearts
Sweet devil's food cake
Quite a dream with ice cream!

When the grim reaper came to town,
All dressed in black
Because he doesn't like brown
By the time he was ready to say
"Goodbye and so long until next time"
He left many wearing a frown
Legend says, millions upon millions
By day and by night
He slung over his shoulder
and carried away
He came collecting his dues
Those dues which many didn't want to pay
The time period was 1918
When he came drinking a fifth
and wielding a scythe
Carrying away millions upon millions
and their young babies, too
When the show was finally over
The grim reaper took a bow
and introduced himself as "The Flu!"

Poetry is a laugh, poetry is a smile
Poetry is sunlight
Stopping by to stay awhile

Poetry can be many things don't you know
There is no rule, everything goes

Poetry is the color of summer,
the color of spring
Poetry is an iguana,
red roses, and diamond rings

And poetry is a time when monks are down
praying on their knees
Obediently

Poetry is a seagull flying on a breeze
As tourists pose for a camera
and say cheese

Miniature flowers of blue perfection
Petals of fragility in my hand
Small as a bead,  no larger than a seed
By this lake, adorn this land
Where fairies play when they meet,
And laugh, and kiss on the lips
As they dance for a blue moon's eclipse

Choices, choices are so difficult  
Socrates, Plato, Aristotle,
With whom should I spend my day?
With whom should I go?
With whom?
To an enchanting place,
So serene,
Speaking of things unearthly,
Things unseen
With whom should I spend my time?
Listening to birds sing
With whom?

Where fly the hummingbirds,
Where fly the dove,

Where fly the Monarchs,
and where flies Love?