turnip

knit, knit, knit,
here i sit.
yarn goes down,
kitty goes round.
loop, loop, loop,
he is pooped.
quiet at last,
now i knit fast!

the moon is made of cheese,
the cake is made of moon.
the cheese is now a cake,
so let me get a spoon…
a birthday in the dark,
a glowing happy night…
a wonderful lovely cake!
an unforgettable sight…

when pigs can fly,
so high in the sky…
i too wanna soar,
and meet a little boar.
when our paths collide,
we’ll have a lot of fun.
i’ll invite him home
for some cake and a bun…

compass, oh compass,
please do help me find,
the treasures i seek
if you’d be so kind.
which door should i open
for silver or gold?
to buy cookies and candy
and ice cream untold!

i tick. i tock.
i am a clock.
the poet stares.
the time he cares.
for work to start
to create his art.
he’s never late.
he cannot wait…

in the deep of the night
there was once a lonely rider
with his elephant on the roof
they jumped from high to higher
the legends once said that
if you hear a loudly sound
at night on your rooftops
the rider might there be found…