Kite

A wonderful sight
that caused me delight
'twas my white paper kite
in the unbrighted night.

It shone like sunlight
from its way, way up height,
so grand in its flight
in the unbrighted night.

When suddenly my kite
did give me such fright.
For it plummeted, quite,
and my cheek, it did smite!

© badpoet

What I Dread about Fred

What I dread
about Fred
is his love
for french bread.

His middle doth spread.
His bottom is lead.
And it sinkeths in the center
of his goose-feathered bed.

Which is why
I instead, wed
the red-headed
Ned.

© 2005 badpoet