I wrote a poem just for you the other day
But it acted shy like it didn’t want to be read
The letters even turned red as if blushing
Scampering away hiding under my bed
I tried to catch it but it ran away again
It scurried underneath my writing desk
I could hear it sigh taking a tiny breath
As if the verse created an earnest quest
I asked “what’s the matter little one?
I composed a prose so it can be recited”
And the poem peeked its tiny face
Shy and quiet but also quite delighted
“Don’t be shy and come out of there
Sit right next me and let’s rehearse”
So the poem sat at the edge of my desk
Feet dangling ready to perform the verse
“Mm” It started “ooh-” it added “-oon” it ended
“That’s right” I said praising the heartfelt striving
“Moon” I concluded, now let’s do the rest
And word for word, line by line it read thriving
After practicing the poem felt more poised
His confidence grew to a great extent
“I think you’re ready buddy” I said
It straightened its bow tie ready to present
But by then you had already fallen asleep
“Good Night Moon” it said kissing your head
And all night the poem rehearsed every word
Waiting there quietly sitting next to your bed
Cleverly penned, Wally. Amazing write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian