The personal space of Jen

Green stretching arms,
Up from the ground.
Bright colored faces,
Clowning around.
Gently waving
At the morning sun.
The life of a flower
Has just begun.

Adrift in a sea of endless skies
The sun and the moon each take a turn
Playing the game of hide and go seek

As the sun slides west beneath the Earth
The moon fills the sky with twinkling lights
Adrift in a sea of endless skies
The sun and the moon each take a turn

As the sun seeks the moon, the moon hides
And the moon lets the sun catch a glimpse
Before it fades into another day
Adrift in a sea of endless skies
The sun and the moon each take a turn
Playing the game of hide and go seek

We're going to the market!" 
Yelled the biggest piggy toe.
"So get your piggy's moving,
Cause I'm Captain of the Toes!"

"You're not the boss of me!"
Cried piggy number two.
"I'm gonna stay at home
And there's nothing you can do!"


"I'm so very hungry!"
Snorted piggy number three.
"I need a roast beef sandwich
And a nice hot cup of tea."

"I do not like roast beef
And the market isn't fun."
Piggy number four whined,
"So I guess that I'll have none."

Take me!  Take me!  Take me!
At the market I shall roam
And the littlest piggy squealed,
"Wee!  Wee!  Wee!" all the way home.

If you poetry eye-roll me
I'll pull your eyes out through your ears
And shove them up your nostrils
Until each eyeball disappears

So then your snotty eye-roll
Is right where it should be
Deep inside your snot fields
And cannot bother me

I made myself a salad
As healthy as can be
Chopping up some veggies
Cause they're good for me

As I tossed the salad
A sneeze snuck up on me
Now my sneezed on salad is
As boogery as can be

February's winds weep
As hungry lions creep
And Sheppard's keep watch over their flock

While the little lambs sleep
The promises they keep
Tames lions with a tick of the clock