Childs Play

Sometimes I like to write my thoughts on pieces of wrinkled paper. I fold my paper up into tiny squares and put my secrets into my little pocket. You know the smaller pocket in your jeans you don't know what is used for? Well that's whats I use it for. I hide my mental memos in there like they're gold and my pocket is my treasure chest. Call me a pocket pirate. I guard my gold with my hook. Occasionally i stingily share single shillings with my crew of henchmen. I ponder and contemplate whether i will ever open my chest permanently for the public or should I continue to feed them spoonful at a time. You cant feed a glutton and expect them to taste spice from spice. You jive turkeys aren't ready. So like a parent I guess I'll just have to hide the Christmas presents until December 25Th.