More Tiny Poems

I knew I had no clue,
on how to bake a cake
So, I bought one, not caught


I write to make things right,
a sad life full of strife.
My words are full of verbs.


Stars are so bright at night,
sparkling through a high view
Keeps me small, as for all.

The Lady's Slipper
a poem in 3 lines
internal rhyme in each line