The terrible poet
Left some words upstairs
But went outside
To find them
He moved all the rocks
And for his work
Got stung by ants
Turned on the hose
To wash them off
Then drank his fill
Got drunk and staggered
Right into a redheads garden
There she planted him
Watered him plenty
Grew into a strong crooked tree
That kids built
A tree house in
From there they fought
And saved their mystical land
From the forgotten monsters
Of a terrible poets mind

More of my work:

*  WiGgle Licks
*  Jump Start
*  Kid’s Adventure