Six Poems

My pugga

My pugga and my wugga
and my bug bug bugga
and my itch and my
witch and the whole
wide hitch!


I love to say mice

I love to say mice are
ice and a lot of other
things.


I am in a worry

I am in a worry to get dinner
in a hurry help help
guess what? I fell into
the curry.


Willie me rum

Willie me rum Willie me
ryhme Willie me rum and
flew into hive.


January

January January so crisp so dish
so cold like a fish.


March

March March with a very
fine arch March March with a
trouser in its heart.


July

July July with the crocodile
eye July July so fine.


October

October October so fine and
sober October October feel all over.