I Am Writing These Poems From Inside

'i Don't Need Very Much Now,' Said The Boy, 'just A Quiet Place To Sit And Rest. I Am Very Tired.' 'well,' Said The Tree, Straightening Herself Up As Much As She Could, "well, An Old Stump Is Good For Sitting And Resting. Come, Boy, Sit Down. Sit Down And Rest.'and The Boy Did. And The Tree Was Happy.

If You Have To Dry The Dishes (such An Awful Boring Chore) If You Have To Dry The Dishes ('stead Of Going To The Store) If You Have To Dry The Dishes And You Drop One On The Floor Maybe They Won't Let You Dry The Dishes Anymore

Don’t Know Where He’s Going But Sees Where He’s Been.

Knock! Knock! Who's There? Me! Me Who? That's Right? What's Right? Meehoo! That's What I Want To Know! What's What You Want To Know? Me Who? Yes, Exactly! Exactly What? Yes, I Have Exactlywatt On A Chain! Exactly What On A Chain? Yes! Yes What? No, Exactlywatt! That's What I Want To Know! I Told You-exactlywatt! Exactly What? Yes! Yes What? Yes It's With Me. What's With You? Exactlywatt-that's What With Me. Me Who? Yes! Go Away! Knock Knock...

A Spider Lives Inside My Head Who Weaves A Strange And Wondrous Web Of Silken Threads And Silver Strings To Catch All Sorts Of Flying Things, Like Crumbs Of Thoughts And Bits Of Smiles And Specks Of Dried-up Tears, And Dust Of Dreams That Catch And Cling For Years And Years And Years...