Fastidious Learners

Drunk in the ditches
With few as their voice
The hand of illiteracy prevails
Where none has made a point

The waffle iron is slim
And the correspondence closed but deep

The world is not a watering hole
And the conversation steep.

Fallen Elves

Sunlight it once was
To voice a regret

A desk in the cringe
A war at the knave

But silence fell upon the wall
Of life and then the mall

And the toothfairy voted

Favored Dreams

Sketchy it was
Nostalgic too
The Torah was avoided by a silouette
Life laughed at the trust

But intelligence won out
The fruit tree ripened
And good will found a way to shine