A Nonsense Poem for My Daughter
I have written the occasional poem over the years. A few have been love poems to my wife. Earlier in this blog is a poem I wrote on the occasion of my father's death in 2002. The poem I wrote last night is a nonsense poem; I call it Sleepyhead.
I like pretty days in May.
I like to watch the robins play.
I pretty like the robin’s watch,
I watch the pretty bobbins march.
I may march the watch today.
I may lurch while tigers play.
I may lunch on robins light.
I did not sleep so well last night.