Funke Poems - Poems about Funke

...On a rickety desk,my book is. The incy wincy spider spreads its webs, On my four-legged chair too. With dust covered,for lack of use. I'll be writing a test in days to come. I'll get back to my ......Read the rest...

...Still, Of her father Even after hair in her armpit After her four years sojourn in our citadel With puberty wearing her a beautiful toga She remains in the shadows of her father. Of a Mary, ......Read the rest...