Unique Poem Collection

Whose face is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite happy though. Full of joy like a vivid rainbow, I watch him laugh. I cry hello. He gives his face a shake, And laughs until her belly aches. The only other sound's the break, Of distant waves and birds awake. The face is bright, energetic and deep, But he has promises to keep, After cake and lots of sleep. Sweet dreams come to him cheap. He rises from his gentle bed, With thoughts of kittens in his head, He eats his jam with lots of bread. Ready for the day ahead.

One day at a cake shop, I met a man selling cookies, For money he wanted to swap, But I really wanted some bookies. "Got any bookies?" asked I. "For that's how I'll spend my money." "No bookies here!" said the guy. He seemed to find it quite funny. "We've got some lovely cakes, I'll give you a very fine price." "I'd rather have some headaches." The man blinked rapidly thrice. The man seemed exceptionally attractive, And his manner was strangely amused. He wasn't what I would call overactive, Great disdain he noticeably oozed. Like others, he thought I was odd, Some say I'm a bit tall. Still, he gave me a courteous nod, As if he thought I was plenty cool. So in search of my goal I departed, But before the cake shop could I leave, The man came running full-hearted, "I  can  help you I believe." "Cookies, bookies, you shall find. Cakes, headaches, you can get. You ...