I'm offering a small prize to anyone who can have a TV on ALL day and,by deft control, avoid any mention of Barak Obama. 1st. Prize =One of my poems. 2nd.Prize= Two of my Poems.
Watch out for He-Man (and the Masters of the Universe).
�I am Barack, King of the Universe, Defender of the Secrets of Castle Whitehouse. This is Biden, my fearless friend. Fabulous, secret powers were revealed to me the day I held aloft my magic sword and said: "By the Power of The Whitehouse!"
Dio-Rea (Ode to Bard Brionon), by Octavius (aged 7)
Sitting on me toilet,
Looking at me log
Thought about me poem
Before I flushed the bog
Cobbled some words together
Then got them all to rhyme
Then I had to grab the seat
And groan for one more time.
Scribbled it on some paper
And hoisted myself high
Then used me written poetic verse
To wipe me bum and thigh(s).