By: Brooke Keith
A poem is a tickle
That’s stuck inside your head.
It’s a thought, a wish, a dream
Just waiting to be read.
A poem is a little thought –
Wiggling inside your ear
If you don’t let that thought out
He’ll tickle you all year!
Wiggling and giggling
That thought will move around
And that little thought won’t stop
Until you write him down.
And when you do
You’ll find it’s true
That when that poem is read
You’ll find another dancing in
The corners of your head.
Lovely poetry!