Kaitlyn's+Collected+Poems

__REFRIGERATER LIGHT__

Open T h e Door By the light in the refrigerator I can plainly see that the Brussels sprouts are meant for YOU. . . . the chocolate cake's for ME.

By: Joan Bransfield and Nancy Davis

__UNTITLED__

There was a witch who knitted things: Elephants and playground swings. She knitted rain, she knitted night, but nothing really came out right. The elephants had just one tusk and night looked more like dawn or dusk. The rain was snow and when she tried to knit an egg it came out fried. She knitted birds with buttonholes and twenty rubber butter rolls. She knitted blue angora trees. She purl stiched countless purple fleas. She knitted a palace in need of a darn. She knitted a battle and ran out of yarn. She drew out a strand of her gleaming,green hair and knitted a lawn till she just wasn't there.

By: Karla Kuskin