Two poems
“Do” by yours truly
Do you ever want to punch
Through the night
With spindly arms even?
The world can be so cruel.
“Oh, just eat your gruel.”
Yes, it does sometimes give fuel.
“You’ll do whatever you will
To fuel, fool.”
“Bursting” by yours truly
Sun bursting in the morning.
You did get the warning.
The sky is cloudless bright white
Ahd heavenly light blue.
No more rain today, perhaps.