I ran across the floor
and smacked into a door.
It made my nose all bloody.
And now I'm talking fuddy.
It blackened up my eye
so bad I thought I'd die.
It flattened out my face
so it looked like second base.
It knocked a couple teeth loose.
Now I squirt when I drink orange juice.
Next time I take off runnin', I'm hopin'
the door I'm runnin' through is open.
(C) 1998, Arden Davidson
I am trying to find a publisher or agent
to represent any or all of the stories and poems
in "A Pocketful of Rhymes".
If you know anyone that can help, or have comments,
please e-mail me.Thanks!