by Write or Die
Poem for Joshua age 5
his nose is out of socket.
Wait until he finally sees,
he's got them in his pocket.
When he gets mad his face turns red.
His forehead starts to glisten.
I can't repeat what he just said.
But it sure is fun to listen.
When he kicked our poor cat Puff,
I heard the car keys jiggle.
"Nine lives may not be enough."
I warned Puff with a giggle.