Insult Poem

You must have a hard life, looking like that

Ears full of wax, face of a bat

Full of pimples and pus

No wonder you're not allowed on the bus

Those beady eyes of coal

Staring right into my soul

Was your mother of the third kind

Cause that’s how I picture her in my mind

Your hair, a pile of greasy ticks

Seeing your smile makes me sick

And that smell, a powerful sting

It could wake up Europe’s dead king

A deformed face, caked in sweat

Caused the Black Plague, I bet

A monkey foot, skeleton finger

I wish you’d go away and didn’t linger

Nature Poem

The bitter wind dances like careless fairies

Whipping through the crippled weeds

A gurgling creek flows past, clear as crystal

The trees wave hello, bowing to their master

Left behind feathers run from me

And the waterfall tumbles over stone

The sun beams through white cotton candy

A beatle is as still and careful as a hunting cat

It waits for me to pass

Look up to the graceful sky

Breathe in the woody air

Feel the soothing tickle of the grass

I am at peace in nature