Upside Down Poetry

Shoes on The Ceiling,

A Funny Feeling

By T

Now I understand a dogs point of view.

Looking at the carpet is not fun to do.

It's all fuzzy and dirty;we need to vaccuum.

I'm starting to fall; kaboom!!

I'm now on the floor right side up.

But down on my knees I still feel like a pup.

I'm up again.

With some help from a friend.

There's hair in my face and my eyebrows itch.

In the mirror I kind of look like a witch.

My teeth look quite large.

They're worse than the teeth of Aunt Marge.

The whites of my eyes are popping out.

Thankfully I don't have a pig's snout.

Four stanzas is all I'm allowed to write.

Off of my hands; I'm done for the night.

Upside Down and Red All Around

By H

On my hands barely holding myself up,

I'm glad I don't have to sip from a cup.

The blood is rushing to my head.

Sadly my arms feel like lead.

I see the carpet and it needs to be cleaned.

From this experience a lot I have gleened.

It's not easy to stand upside down.

Now I'm falling to the ground.

Now I have to look in a mirror.

This experiance is becoming dearer.

My face is blown up to twice its size.

But it doesn't look as bad as my eyes.

I can see my nose.

I am in an awkward pose.

I am laughing with glee.

But I must stop; I have to pee.