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

Tastes like Night air Crispy like Crunchy like Everything else

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

Why? Why must everyone write with woe? Why do they? Why do you think of dark? Why do people cry?

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

Life is a road Everyone must take People come and go But they leave in different ways. Love is a river

Poems, poems, are everywhere On the ground and in your hair 'Cause that’s true, there’s some t… Use on up and I won’t care Read them out; don’t despair

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

The Cheetah runs The Cheetah fly’s The Cheetah jumps The Cheetah glides But it is none

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

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

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...