Nothing much I'd rather do,

Than sit while reading poetry.

Laying aside worldy cares,

'Cept for my cup of British tea.

I laugh when something's funny,

I cry when something's sad.

I jump up in surprise or shock,

When goodness becomes bad.

I clap to the rhythm of words,

Sometimes I'll even sing,

My voice matching the rhythm,

Of the words I read rhyming.

I love to travel the world,

Though I never leave my chair.

I see sights from far-off places,

And it's sad to leave them there.

Poetry makes me feel happy, and

Often confused by at least one line.

Thinking and deciphering

Poetry- my favorite pastime.