Dada taught me cards.
Sitting in his suit of pants and vest.
A fistful of joker-red hair strewn across his brow.
His big belly like a cannon ball.

Bring on your shining armour, dude.
I'll be your damsel in distress with attitude.

I am the word juggler.
I juggle the words
like swords.
I slice sense
with poetic license.

This morning I've got too much energy
much too much for geography

I'm in a high mood
so class don't think me crude
but you can stuff latitude and longitude

Zoe Zoe
You had to goe
I felt so sad, 
I wrote this poe.