Poetry
Flowetry flow
Knowetry  know
Goetry go
Just wordetry words

Just words
In an etry way

It’s now morning but it’s more like night
The day is not even dawning
And that’s not quite right
The sky is filled with sleet and snow
Will it stick we just don’t know
But it’s cold and it’s damp
My bed and my blanket
Are inviting me to stay
But I can’t really spend just the whole day
Cuddled up in the warm
Perhaps a few hours until I’m in form
And ready to face leaving my dorm
To The cold damp and forlorn
Wintery weather on this week day morn!

The rain has gone to sleet
It’s coming down a treat
Adding to the snow
Very soggy now you know

It was slippery out the other day
But now it’s slutch and the kids can’t play
No more snowmen to be built
It may just freeze so get under your quilt

I just love writing poetry
It’s a great thing to do
Putting down words
Fantasy or truth
It’s just like a piece of art
It depicts a picture
From the beginning to the end
And the words will just lend
As to what it will send
And the reader will interpret
How they want to do
So please read my poetry
Because I love you all too!

One persons art
Might strike up the heart
But another piece may not

Everyone is different
In what they perceive
In what they see
In what they believe

A masterpiece
May be a feast for the eyes
But don’t be surprised

Everyone is different
In what they perceive
In what they see
In what they believe

A picture to you
Might be quite new
But could be quite old

Everyone is different
In what they perceive
In what they see
In what they believe!