Jojoba Mansell Poems

On bleak days, with leaden skies,
when you don't know where to begin.
Your head hurts and your heart cries,
look for the sunshine within.
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A lion stole my pencil,
he held it in his teeth.
A lion with a pencil,
too much, beyond belief.
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A path is laid out ahead,
it forks before your feet.
A decision filled with dread,
uncertain of what you’ll meet.
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I strive to find a better me,
a person just and true.
I want to live and not just be,
to be decent through and through.
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Thunder booms through valleys deep,
lightning splits the sky.
Tonight the moon hangs blood red,
a disembodied eye.
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There’s fighting in the duck pond,
the frogs have gone to war!
They’re punching toads and kicking newts,
they’re out to settle an old score.
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There’s a monster in my toilet,
all yellow fangs and claws.
It bangs against the lid,
and when you flush it roars.
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I built a robot rabbit,
it’s made of my dad’s drill.
When I see it bouncing past me,
it gives me such a thrill.
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Glasses full, they gaze,
not focussed, a thousand yard stare.
Twisting in their seats,
squirming under the intimacy,
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I have a pet, it’s big and mean,
I feed it fish and chips.
It’s a T-Rex, all scaly and dark green,
huge teeth behind its lips.
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