Poem Archive

In leopards’ church the members choose
Their seats when they are tots
They sit there their whole lives because
They cannot change their spots

My sister was an oddball
Ever since she was a tot
And she has these wild ideas
Of what she is and what she’s not

Einstein and Chief Sitting Bull
(Whose middle name was ‘Talking’)
Were chatting about physics
(As they did when they went walking)