By Lilic Secaur, 5th Grade
Wick Juniors Writing Club
You live in a sewer
with hands caked in crust and mud.
You smell of old fish,
rushed lies and decaying dreams.
You always pounce on the happiest of days.
You never leave the smallest mouthful
nor the gauntest crumb for other emotions to take.
Tell me, how you keep you dark green eyes
from glaring at yourself.
Your big bushy eyebrows and long gray beard
atop your spoiled milk yellow skin
are enough to make the clock run backwards.
Your glasses hint at disapproval atop your bumpy nose
With your top hat cane, and coat, you walk down the street
blind as all can see.