Creating Shapes In Riddles And Rhymes Poem by Kimberly Burnham

Eyes have no sides or angles
wheels hang around
coins roll noisily on the ground

A table with sides of four
rugs laying still upon the floor
two long, two short a door

Two men walk into a bar
the third one ducks
a rope hangs straight down
the shortest distance
between two dots

See me in yellow yield
or cue up pool table balls
sail in a stiff breeze

Like a squish octopus
a bright red stop sign
a clock or a gazebo shapes of eight
can make us rest or run