child poetry

melancholy days have come
she knows a cheap release
there are three ways in which men take
did you ever see an alligator
for these white arms about my neck
he'd even have his joke
i can not tell you now
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
have we no shame?
i go my way complacently
one with you
i have cast the world
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
why are the things that have no death