A drip, A drop A flip, A flop A tick, A tock On the door A clip[, A clop

Swish! YES! Score! As the ball sails through the air, landing neatly in the corner of the goal. Swish! YES! Score! She does it again! Swish! YES! Score! Look at her go, pounding down th...

Today Is a cloudy day No. It really is. I promise.

The darkness eases it’s way Seeps Into my soul Willing itself To go

Tastes like Night air Crispy like Crunchy like Everything else

Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click

Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Rhythm of rain On my window

A steaming kettle About to explode A moment passes by A high shriek Pierces the air

First As the Pink Panthers Small children Play on even tinier fields. Second

It’s a magical thing A pencil A thing you use Every day And take it

Years, ticking by Ticking by By-and-by On their way To age me still

I’m on the diving board Looking in the water I will not give up I will not falter Still looking down

Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click