My Little Red Book

In my little red book,

You will find my notes,

Figments of thoughts,

Some with a fiery look,

Others toned with sobriety,

In there am taking short steps,

Which eventually become bounding leaps,

In there am slower than a sloth,

With whom we compete in speech,

and in drawing a spade,

In it am at the White House,

Scattering rioters with a canon water hose,

In it is the legend of the stomach,

Oh, no am not going to tell the tale,

For not only is it wrenching,

It is also riveting,

I am not sure which part does what,

Turn the pages yourself,

I am done breathing down your neck!

In my little red book, 

There lies peace and my story.