Just a couple poems

THE ZUNIFER TREE

The zunifer leaves hung dead in the trees

As the valors ka-lopped and klipped bye

The old man rode in his karflup so old

And winked with his left and right eye

“You zunuffles,” he said “don’t need to hang dead.

Stiff up! Get some spiffy zan-zoe!”

The zunifer hung dead above the man’s head

And the valors knew not where to go

“Come on gorgeous tree, just show us some glee!”

Said the man, now hollow and blue.

“It won’t be that bad, just don’t look so sad!”

As his whurrimor wrinkles grew.

“Come along now valors, out into that forest

Where the happier zunif trees grow”

They kalumphered away toward the trees that were gay

The sad zunif was left all alone.

i can read your book like a face

I can read your book like a face;

It’s only as deep as your skin.

You have more wrinkles than pages,

So when do you plan to begin?

I can read your book like a face.

I can hold it inside my eye.

You look more like Barbie than Mother Therese,

And Barbie was never alive.

I can read your book like a face.

My fingertips feel you are weak.

There’s hardly a word that is strong;

Your lips only utter a squeak.

So tell me; why should I read

An inconsequential book about you?

Go out and do something meaningful!

Write a story more marvelous to view.