Knee high, maybe more.
They both said, "A BORE".
Walk like that and talk.
Next pitch, yes a balk.
They both seem to me.
Tell and watch, one eye peek.
They both think me slaap.
Open ears, let me seek.
She did this to him.
Church tomorrow, they sin.
Tell me lies for awhile.
I just grew with a smile.
from my poem book - DREAMS