Could you be a little better?

Could you be a little more?

Could you stand up straight, speak clearly,

Pick your clothes up off the floor.


The man sitting on the settee,
stroking a cat and watching TV
isn't me.
I am the settee.


The space is a friend.
I tell it what hurts.

I tell it why I'm not good.
The space is a friend.
I tell it the bother I'm in.
It won't let me tell lies.


Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are!

Up above the world so high,

Like a diamond in the sky.


When the blazing sun is gone,


Who will bring me the hush of a feather?
“I,” screeched the Barn Owl. “Whatever the weather.”

Who will bring me the shadows that flow?
“I,” snarled the Tiger. “Wherever I go.”

Overheard in a Tower Block

There are things that lurk in the library,

that thumb and squeeze between the leaves.

New worlds can be found in the books,

characters listen to all that you read.



         Here fellas, take a book.

Uh, no thanks, Mr Macdonald. We just came in to-


To join nerds and Words? Excellent, Nick. We could use

The Rainmaker Danced

If I lie

on a page

am I a free word?


If I fly

in a cage

am I a trapped bird?


If I cry

with eyes of green

am I a weeping leaf?


There's a wonderland in Alice. It lies in her sleepy eyes.

May she dream about a queen, turtle soup so rich

and green,

and an ever changing size.