I AM A PAINTBRUSH
I am a paintbrush. You can
tell I have not taken a bath.
There are blue stains of paint.
I can not even see my self.
People take and slap me on something
hard. That gets the paint off
me. I've just got a bath and
I am clean. What? What is
that person doing? Yikes, dipping
me in something pink. Those girl
paintbrushes are going to like me
HOW DANCING WAS INVENTED
A man was riding his horse
and took a break. The horse
stepped on the man, the man
was jumping and making
weird moves. Most people saw it
and decided to do it too and that
is called dancing.
Saturday, April 02, 2005
Some perceptive poems by Julia at Eagle's Wing:
Posted by Matt Christie at 9:28 PM