Tipskunk

Children, beware, When you go off to bed. Check underneath For that round bobble-head. Be not afraid As by daylight you lark, But by night watch for oval eyes- Glow-in-the-dark. If you wake at midnight, Heart thumping with fear, Your covers won't save you From pointy grey ears. And parents, please don't Leave the front door unlatched. Protect all your dear ones From limbs not attached. Some talk of the screams That rang out yesternight They warn he is coming; Be ready for flight. But I fear he may not be So easy to recognise. Word, I have heard, is He's donned a disguise. Come Hallow night, Some of us roam the streets

This home with many stories to tell Has no story to tell at all It bends the wind to its own little tune Even though it knows nothing of notes When it rains this home likes to sing and call Though its clear it can't hear its own voice And here at its heart glows a nice friendly heat If indeed it had a heart to beat For this place that we dearly call home sweet home In the end, it's just a house. But as I step from its heart, a piece of my own Will always remind me that I called this house "Home."

In Primary School, when we could rhyme The words would smoothly flow Like syrup from a shiny spoon Onto sheets in liquid gold. These words would roll, sweet and easy On tongues of younger minds And there was always excitement in fitting Together any words that rhymed. Come High School, and I got a shock Silly rhymes were not allowed And students' poems, read up front Well, they never seemed as proud. Like a man, in a pin-stripe shirt Wearing polka-dotted pants His head will fall, the poems too When his clothes, the words, don't match.