Late at Night
I opened my eyes and could not see.
Poetry
Cactus
Prickly pointy spikes
A Horse
I should like to be a horse
Perfect Party
Doug is dressed in his party best
Bump in the Night
Matted-hair and rotted teeth
High Seas Laundry
Captain Hook, he climbed the deck
Pickles
Sour pickles that make me pucker
Black Friday
I tried, I tried, with all my might
Flying Home
I watched the sun set and the moon rise
The Clown
What lies beneath the painted mask?
On the Crest of the Storm
thunderous dark skies
The Gypsy Tent
I wandered through the county fair