Poetry

Happy

I feel warm and tingly,

Deep inside of me,

I know this feeling well,

It is that I am happy.

I know not why I feel this way,

Outside I see a rainy day,

But relatives are coming,

and one is here to stay,

So I must double work myself,

So I have time to play.

Triple

Triple the music,

Triple the lights,

Triple binoculars,

So many sights!

Triple the laughing,

Triple the fun,

Triple much fun for everyone!

If you triple the cats you must triple the mice,

But mice make things go not-so-nice,

They drop triple the poop,

And triple the trouble,

Now don't you wish that you'd only said double?