FOOT ODOR IS FAR, FAR AWAY

Someone stuck a lead pencil in my foot, and I did not feel the pain,

Methinks, that is just because my foot flops, about a mile, from my brain,

It started at age sixteen,

When I grew cute, tall and lean,

My feet under me, I can't feel, or see, but smell them, when smells they gain.

THE SAND HILL OF BEETLES, SEEDS AND BABIES

I am a little orange beetle, climbing up a sandy hill,

I am crunching on some little seeds; can't seem to get my fill,

Once at the top,

I will not stop,

I'll eat down the other side; maybe I'll mate, and have a thrill