Sep 15, 2009 20:56
It's a symetrical poem, and you need to practise the timing of reading it as well.
In so much as I may be seen,
I might.. or might not have been,
Under here,
Or in there,
I could be... anywhere,
I might creep,
slide,
stagger
or leap.
I could be slimey and green,
Smelly and unclean.
In the dark,
A snuffle?
A gibber?
Or a bark?
Am I real without your light,
Alive... in the night,
Maybe a rattling ceiling fan,
I could be a fox in a scrap,
Or I could be... the bogey man.