Poems by harold;)

I was cleaning out my room the other day when I came across a bunch of my old notebooks. I found some amusing poems written by the one and only: moi! Enjoy!

Mystery Meat

There it is.

It's looking at me.

How could my mother

do this to me?

Gloppy, soppy,

awful, and wet.

I haven't managed

to try any yet.

It's green and it's blue,

and maybe chartreuse.

This junk doesn't have

even one little use!

It smells like cat litter,

old cream cheese and dog doo.

Oh what am I, what am I

going to do?

Dad gave me the look,

so I'm taking a bite.

If I die, give my sister my doll,

and my best friend my kite.

Here it comes!

The fork's in my mouth.

I bet this junk will head north

'stead of south.

I clomp down my teeth

and get my very first taste.

Oh man,

this stuff is a waste.

One Inch Left

There it is!

The big red prize.

It's the one thing

I idolize.

I've gotta get closer

to the big red apple.

Then I can relax

and drink my ice cold Snapple.

Crawling, crawling,

I breaking a sweat.

But sadly,

I'm still not there yet.

My little work body

is getting real tired

to reach the one thing

that my heart desires.

Wait a minute,

I'm here! I'm here!

i made it here

with all of my gear.

My fork, my spoon,

my knife, my cup.

I start to crawl

up, up, up.

Then I take

my first bite.

And can you guess what?

It tastes just right.

More to come!