Crombie+Poems

  By Michael Crombie
 * The Enemy **

The fighting enemy is difficult to read, after a short lady was killed across the battlefield the young man stopped, intrigued I watched what was happening, from the car he ran to her, helpless from the war around them able to understand nothing, aside from the car enemies, lurking I gave away my position They appeared very, interesting that they found an old friend, dying is not to difficult but killing is, not

**By MIchael CROMBIE**
 * At This Time**

At this time our fingers are cold the things we wrote to do aren’t old

Our fingers are cold and the things we do aren’t old to the people we saw

and the things we do, we do to the people we saw look old

we do the things we wrote to look old at this time

By Michael Crombie
 * The Naughty Bear**

The bear went into the house There he stepped on a mouse The mouse squeaked and died On the ground the flat thing lied, While leaving with the honey The bear ate a cute little bunny The bunny sat in his tummy What was left of him was feeling crummy, In a fight near the rocks The bear smashed a fox Flies ate his body That bear sure was naughty, This bear went into a bog he used his claws to slash a poor hog The hog fell into the quick sand He would never again see land, He sat in his cave just getting fat He accidently inhaled a bat The bat was stuck up his nose Stuck in a very awkward pose, As the bear slept The parents of these critters wept Their souls were not at rest The bear had failed a test, The reaper came down Wearing his terrible black gown He would grant these critters’ wishes Soon that monster would be sleeping with the fishes, The bear walked down the street kicking sign posts Before he knew it he was surrounded by ghosts The bat poked him in the eye it made him want to cry, The hog chewed all of his fur This bear was hurting for sure, The fox bit on to his tail Now this bear was turning pale, The bunny kicked him in the rear So hard that the bear shed a tear, The mouse crawled up his ear Far enough to make the bear run in fear The bear was on the edge Which lead him to a ledge Before he could turn around He was startled by a hound The bear tripped and fell And now he is going to hell.