Two cups of tea

And I’m just about awake;

In a zombie state


I’ve got letters,

BAAM! It makes little sense

When words all jumbled

Pentameter all skewed

Rhyme schemes somewhere


I work with kids

Special kids

In many ways

Some behave well

Others wear knowing grins

All individual

Unique and stunning


Hopefully, within these lines

And stanzas

And photos

And waffle

You’ll find something

That helps you be you

And me be me