Central Park

My dad was going to take me to Central Park
It was going to be as fun as Noah's Ark

But my dad's friend had to come over
so my brain went down like a Rover

It was as harsh as tar
It was like crashing a car

I love this park,
But now its getting dark,
So I made this poem....

But I am finally over it
Got down before the fires lit

It was a very big gloom
But I let out my balloon

After a good supper
My brain went upper

This happens daily
But not so wail(y)

Bengal Tiger

These are the most feared tigers
They're not afraid of spiders

But when they're by their self in the wild,
And people see them
He (or she)
Gets yelled at
Gets screamed at
Gets laughed at
Gets flashed at

Then he gets hungry...
He loses his temper
And he scratches
He bites
He eats
He eats
He poos out stuff I
Really don't want
To talk about...

People on Streets

I dislike it when I see people on the streets
Begging for money to buy food
I see that they are bitter cold
And are very hungry

I imagine what it it like
Feeling like a refrigerater
Your stomach driving you crazy
And worrying what happens next....

When I pass them in the car
Or on the elephant
Or ever near the village
I can see how they express their fellings just by looking at them.

Also when I pass them
I imagine if we could take them whith me to my home
Give them food
Give the young one milk
Give the old a nice hot cup of water
Give them a Job to earn money
....and let them sleep there too...

(Inspired from the India Trip in Dec,2011)