Best Childhoodclothes Poems
in the alley far away, sitting down on a piece of clay,
watching out for ravaged dogs, spying feet with no socks,
only bags for clothes around my people, i feel stalked by a peephole,
and this is only the beginning....
i lay in wait for my mother, to bring something home for shelter,
i work and help other fellows, but my cry is smothered with my pillow,
other kids go to school, with new clothes each year,
they often spy me walking around, and laugh and giggle each time
oh their so lucky as to have a dime....
there are rats and bugs, that live with me,
not to mention being on the streets,
if only i could be rich like some people i see on t.v.,
they don't know just how lucky they be....
i'll probably die this way, with nothing but this piece of clay,
there's not one day, i don't wish to be,
a child with shelter, love, and money...
There once was a frog that sat on a log,
And the home he chose was in a marsh bog.
He sat on the log with a great big smile,
And watched flies buzz in the sun awhile.
The clothes he wore were a bright green,
The colour was like a green string bean.
There on his back were occasional spots,
That decorated his coat with gay polka dots.
Now frog can’t sit still without eating,
For flies flying by were so fleeting;
But frog had a tongue that was very quick,
He used it with abandon, just like a joy stick.
Sitting in the sun he watched the flies,
And snatched them up to their surprise.
There were many who came but many were gone,
And those that came didn’t stay very long.
The eating was great but he gained weight,
Which to his alarm, caused him to inflate.
For his clothes no longer seemed to fit,
Which gave him a feeling of being unfit.
So he decided to lose weight, to go on a diet,
To croak sad songs and not to be quiet;
For forcing himself not to eat it seems,
Take joy out of green froggie dreams.