Poetry Hides and My poem

Author: 
haasherwa
               Poetry hides on  my name on the sidewalk

            But the rain washes it away

 

            Poetry hides in my name on my hand

            But the soap washes it away

 

            I wrote my name on my parent’s heart where poetry hides

            Where it will be never removed

 

 

 

 

                        I am like a cloudy morning with high humidity

                        Making everybody mad and lazy

                       

Like a hawk searching for food and to eat

                        Eating anything that is in my way and delicious

                       

                        Like a cheetah running towards my prey

                        I then eat like elephant hungry for 20 years

           

                        I am a boiling pan of French fries when someone is irritating

                        Like a cool cone of ice cream with my friends

 

                        Like a Cheetah running fast and never getting tired

                        Defeating anything in my way

 

                        Best Mets fan ever

                        Unlike the bragging Yankees

 

                         Crazy  Like a cub who found its mother

                        When the Mets won the subway series.