More Poetry

Ode to flowers

Roses of white and lilies of red,
The sweetest fragrance fills your head,
It makes you feel like your in heaven,
Take a deep breath and count to 7,
Your floating on a lily pad,
And never ever feeling sad.

Ode to Cats

Meow, meow, meow, meow, that's how cats speak,
Meow, meow, meow, meow, to the mountain's peak.
Scratch scratch, claw, claw, that's how they defend,
Scratch, scratch, claw, claw, wounds so easy to mend.
They can, be cute, when they're trained to be nice.
But if, they're not, They are cold as ice.