"Look before you cross the street,"
Mother said,
"or you'll get run over
by a speeding semi
and your body will become flat.
No paramedic will be able to scrap
your body off the ground.
Only raccoon's claws can
remove your body.
A perfect road pizza.
They'll drag your flat corpse
to their homes,
fry you up,
using the bread that they
got from the garbage as toppings
and eat you for dinner.

I wrote this poem
I remind with my heart
My mind repeated it

It was like my name
But when I met
I forgot even my name

I tried to tell the poem
It was the awful as the scamp
My face got red

She collected her nervous
She said what that marvelous!
I shamed and said,

I forgot all things
As I saw your brilliance
She ran in steps

That she might fall on the earth

We saw that
It is  so wide
But it seemed so clever

She kidnapped that meat
She ran and disappeared
They said, cat must do that
Or wild rat

We tried to chase
The question was
How did she know?
The wise boy said

Why did the meat    
Was not covered  
We did not answer

As it was not wise answer