A Compilation of Poems
by none othe than
Owen Hayden
For Dad
Baseball
baseball is the sport I love,
the who uses what a bal and glove,
I love to share it with my friends,
and most of with my Dad
Saw
I like to cut,
with teeth so sharp,
I love to hear that noise,
like a donkey braying in the field,
and when I am finished,
oh what a sight!
Tact
Tact is a wonderful thing,
I'm sure,
but I certainly don't have any,
I yell,
I scream,
I make a scene,
Oh if only I had tact!
Elevator
Up or down?
what a mindless business,
I'd rather walk,
liek regular flok