Poems

Poem

I've just invented a flying machine;
It's silver and gold and three shades of green.

Poem

A queen in a palace, slumped on a throne,
Surrounded by servants but all alone.
Heavy with handshakes, bunches of flowers,
jewels, crowns, grinning for hours.

Poem

Midnight. A knock at the door.
Open it? Better had.
Three heavy cats, mean and bad.