PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

A cool mid spring day

lying in the sands of time

nothing to care for but youth

as i closed my eyes in the blowing wind

a shadow crossed;

a dark cloud of mischief

my name was being called,

so i rose and turned up to see

and like a bombshell it hit me,

"mmuuaahh* THE KISS.

in utter shock, i ran under the jungle gym

with staring eyes upon me

I uttered the only words a 2nd grader could

EEEWWW COODIES!,

and darted for sanctuary of the lil' boys room.