England

Can anyone write poetry?
Just anyone write poetry.
To escape from their lassicitude
Running from purguery,
To creep over the climbing veil of fog
Rising in the distance
Of a murder mystery.

England, beautiful England.

This poem has to do with the feelings I have about romanticism, symbolized in a word by a single country that would take me back to my roots, England.

Piece of Gum

Juicy bits of gum,
Swishing and sticking,
Swirling and twirling,
Squishing and Squashing,
Hasn't lost the flavor, yet.

All within one chewy
Flavor and savour,
May very well be or,
Taste or and texture,
Piece of gum.