5 sense poem:
Steven is blue; calm, cool and collected
He tastes like warm chocolate chip cookies.
He sounds like soothing ocean waves
And smells like the air after a rain shower.
He's dark, handsome and distinguished-looking
And feels like a rock, safe and secure.
Baby no more,
Always on the move
Living his life
Yearning for his dad.
There once was a leprechaun named Morty
He's having a birthday, oh lordy!
He's not telling a soul
Not even a mole
How he wishes he was still forty.
Humming, working, frustrating
Metal, machine-wood, instrument
writing, erasing, flowing