The Song Of Beauty Poetry is like music, Every single note represents an individual syllable, The song of perfection, Written in word form, Contains as much thought and emotion, As a composed song, The words sing with passion and fire, The notes play out with power and raw emotion, Together they create a piece like no other, A song of beauty.

My Weirdest Things (in The Tune Of My Favourite Things) Small chocolate mushrooms and fluffy pink kittens, Blowing up kettles and allergies to mittens, Searching around for impossible things, These are a few of my weirdest things. Thinking of questions and fuzzy blue poodles, Laughing and crying and throwing around noodles, Trying to make my own pair of wings, These are a few of my weirdest things. When the rain pours, When the flea bites, When I'm feeling strange, I simply remember my weirdest things, And then I don't feel so sane!