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