Poems

I just turned on my computermade out of metal and pewter.I took an IPand looked to seeif i could hack their computer.

They come 'round everyseventeen years to give birth.Then the adults die.

My desktop wallpaper is blue.The color of my wall is too.Blue is beautiful.Blue is prettyful.Everything I see is blue.

They sting, they buzz, andthey make yummy honey forbears to eat daily.