There’s a thing at my window
And it looks at my door
It’s driving me crazy
I don’t like this anymore
It has three set of horns
Sprouting from its head
It’s got eight pair of arms
And I feel I am dead
It wears a hat on its toes
To keep it nice and hot
And it looks really hungry
Like I’ll go in its pot
I open my mouth
But no scream comes out
I shrink back in fear
Because it looks like a lout
There’s a thing at my window
I look at it in fear
But all of a sudden
I find its not there
And into the garden the poem gnome strolled
Down the pathway through the house
Away from the other very mean gnomes
Who all they did was roam and roam
I hate these meanies, he would exclaim
Why won’t they, why won’t they play with me?
He never could find and never could lie
About them being mean you see.
Trees silhouetted against the sky
The setting sun shining orange like fames of a fire
Pink blusher colouring the cheeks of the sky
Gold rings around the world
Blue ocean brings in the tide of the night
Summer days may be roasting but amazing
So you might like to grab a lolly.
Summer days are great when your outside
having fun in the daylight until night.
Summer days are fun
when you get to eat lolly’s by the pool.
We cry her Mrs nae offence, that’s whit she likes to say
afore sayin somthiething awfie then headin on her way…
Is there another world with people like you and me?
With different languages and different countries and different sights to see?
Is there another me somewhere just wondering the same?
And wondering if another world would be more free of pain?