Miles had his head down on his desk.
He was the meanest brute
His head’s down on his desk so much
It began taking root.
Slender shoots grew down from his ear,
And sank in the desk top.
Tiny buds sprouted from his hair,
Forming a flower crop.
We like Miles a lot better now,
But he can’t come to play.
His head was on his desk so much,
We water him each day.
Brie Carter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/boy-with-his-head-down-2/
