The personal space of Jen

“Ah! Chew!” I sneezed
With my mouth full of peas.
The peas and the sneeze
Took off on a breeze.
Up over the trees
Soaring with ease,
Went the sneeze and the peas.

“Ah! Chew!" Sneezed the breeze,
Spitting back peas.
"No thank you please
I do not like peas,
Covered with sneeze!"

I’ve got a little secret.
I’m not supposed to say.
Cause secrets are secret,
They’re supposed to be that way.

I’ve got a little secret.
It’s really hard to keep.
No one is supposed to hear.
I’m not to speak a peep.

I’ve got a little secret.
I’m not supposed to say.
I haven’t told another soul,
Since earlier today.

There is a little train
Deep inside my brain.
I hear it whistle late at night.
I see the brightness from its light.

It clicks and clacks along,
Always chugging strong.
I feel it switching gears
As smoke pours out my ears.

Never running off the track,
Always forward, never back.

It takes me through my day,
Whisking me away.

"All aboard!"
The conductor roared,
"The Brain Train Express!"

There was an old lady
who was proud as can be,
with a charming flower garden
for all to see.

She would tend to it daily,
with love and with care. 
So enchanting it was,
people would stop and stare.

When no one was looking

a strange happening took place.

The flowers would have

a silly smile on their face.

Yes, the flowers had faces,

with eyes, mouths and noses.

Even the biggest, smallest

and reddest of roses.

The flowers stood proudly,

all lined up in a row.

In the garden of secrets

where enchanted  flowers grow.

Under cover of darkness

with the stars twinkling bright,

the flowers leapt out of the garden,

dancing beneath the moonbeams light. 

Their leaves became arms and hands,

their roots, legs and feet.

Out of the ground they skipped,

dancing to a beat. 

With a broom for a guitar

and a pail for a drum,

Johnny Jump-Up and his band,

called all flowers to come.

The garden became bare

as the yard filled with flowers.

All singing and dancing

till the early morning hours.

The Mums and the Daisies

played hide and go seek

while the Lillies and Iris’,

took a swim in the creek.

All of the flowers,

the young and the old,

sat in a circle

while story time was told.

They listened happily

as wise, old Bachelor Button spoke.

Giggling out loud

at his stories and jokes.

When the stars began to fade

and the moon wasn’t as bright,

the flowers knew it was bed time

and they all said, “goodnight!”

They leapt back into the garden,

from that which they came.

When the sun rose each morning,

the garden always looked the same.

If you listen very closely

on a warm starry night,

you might hear the flowers singing,

if you close your eyes tight.

Green globs of toothpaste in the sink
Smelly bathroom smells that stink
Wet towels piled on the floor
Soap scum on the shower door

Freshly shaven whiskers cling
To the sink making a ring
The toilets full of yellow pee
The lights left on for me to see

Chunks of food from braces fly
Stick to the mirror I ask, “why?”
Hairy brushes peek from drawers
It’s time to do my morning chores

I scrub, I spray and disinfect
Until the bathroom is perfect
Tomorrow is another day
For me to clean the filth away

I thought it was a funny word so I lead with this poem.  I don't think it is one of my best poems and I wonder if I should change the title and or lead with a different poem. 

I just wanted a few opinions to see what others think.

I ordered the Fried Snook,
From a very kooky cook.

One bite was all it took.

My teeth rattled and shook.

Because of that kooky cook,

My tongue fell off its hook.

Don’t order the Fried Snook,

You’ll get the gobbledygook.

Scary Harry cut his hair
Shaved his head so it was bare
Underneath his scary hair
Harry’s hairless head was square

Scary Harry grabbed his hair
Glued it to his head with care
Curled his hair to hide the square
Combed it neat so not to scare

Scary Harry made a err
You can’t glue back on your hair
It fell off and left him there
With a head that’s square and bare

Scary Harry’s scary hair
Isn’t scary cause it’s bare
 It’s the bareness and the square
Of his head that is a scare

I found a piece of gum,
On the bottom of my shoe.
I popped it in my mouth
And gave that gum a chew.

 It really wasn’t dirty,
Just a spec or two.
It tasted sweet.
A sugary treat,
Almost like brand new.

Your shoes they come in twos,
Check them each and every day.
Who knows what great surprises
Sharing shoes might send your way?

Why is it some days
The words come out wrong?
Can’t carry a tune,
Can’t sing a song.

Everything you say
Comes out a mistake.
Like your tongue
Turned into a rattle snake.

You hiss and you spit
To get the words out,
But nobody knows
What you’re talking about.

Why is it some days
Your tongue can’t get a long?
Everything you say
Comes out wrong.