Hours and hours Are drifting away But I have decided to think today I'm not thinking of me I'm not thinking of you I'm trying to think Of what thinking to do. I'm not thinking of valleys Not thinking of trees Not thinking of oceans Not thinking of seas I'm thinking of nothing It's kind of a bore Thinking of something to think of Is really a chore I want to get going To get thinking, you bet But I haven't found something To think about yet I could think of the future But I don't think so I could of somebody That I do not know I could think of my family I could think of my pet I'll just sit here and think 'Till a first thought I get. By: Kristine Kruszelnicki
I never knew who this man was I guess I never will He followed me wherever I walked And when I stopped, stood still I thought he must be lonely For he always followed me He seemed to mirror my every move And never let me be One day I sat beside a stream And he sat down nearby I politely asked him for his name But he gave no reply For hours we sat in silence This little man and I And I wondered why he wouldn't speak It almost made me cry I shook my head in wonder And he shook his head too Atlast I sighed, and walked away But again, he followed too We spent much time together He always was around And he always left me, and went home Each time the sun went down I never knew who this man was I guess I never will But every I turn around He's right behind me still. By: Kristine Kruszelnicki August 1997 * DO YOU KNOW WHO THIS PERSON IS? E-mail me with the answer :) *
Put your food up on my table Please! Please! Enjoy your meal If you sit all prim and proper It will seem like an ordeal. Make castles out of potatoes I don't care what you do Have a green-pea throwing contest And a carrot-dual too. Children your toungues are so useless If you don't wave them about When somebody annoys you, Go one, stick your toungue out! If you do not want your veggies Just stick them up your nose Then blow out - you will be surprised To see how far they goes Please don't use utensils (I know you don't anyway) It's really easier not to have To wash them everyday. So now you know the golden rule For acting like a selfish fool Yes, go ahead and act this way... YOU'LL JUST GET NO DESERT TODAY. By: Kristine Kruszelnicki 1995
I am too tired to write anymore All that I'm writting is really a bore I cannot think straight, and I can hardly see 'Cause my eyes keep escaping and sleeping on me I guess that's enough of this writting and such I should've stopped already I've written too much My pillow awaits but my fingers write on I can't even think of how to end this poem There's more I cold say This poem could be so great But I'm going to sleep so it will have to wait. By: Kristine Kruszelnicki