November 30, 2008

Pitter Patter

Pitter Patter...
All day I've been hearing you...
There you go again...
Pitter Patter...
How can something so small...
Make such a large noise...
Mr Pitter Patter...
Do you have any idea...
Of the effect you have...
How much you are needed...
But that doesn't always mean...
Everyone loves to see you...
I must admit sometimes I don't...
You make me so sleepy...
And you make me want to...
Spend all day in bed...
And just lay there...
Why must you take away...
My friend the sun...
Are you jealous of the way...
I love them so...
Or perhaps it's just...
A plea for attention....
Whatever it is could you just go away...
You non-stop pitter patter all day...
Is starting to give me a headache...

1 comments:

Tommy Pryor said...

I enjoy your poems, and your tie in to music and song titles, you have an old soul's eclectic taste, I love "Come Monday" too, and "He Went to Paris" two rich stories told efficiently, keep musing, keep writing...