Simple

Simple

A piece of glitter,
A bit of bling,
Are not but worldy things.

A simple skirt, a simple shirt
A simple pair of shoes,
A simple ribbon on your hat,
Are things we ought to choose.

-Michael-

Air or Frog spit

Michael walked outside today to get the mail, when he came back inside he had me spray his clothes with fabreeze because he smelled like the great outdoors. Then a little while later he came up with this poem.

The air outside is fresh,
Fresh as the morning dew.
Or the breath of a frog,
From the deep bayou.

April 5, 2008