Poetry again

Ooh, I feel another poem coming on:
If you read this you must either say the word week particularly sharp and short or pull the word brick a bit longer than usual, no, no, bear with me, it's worth it...

Art:
The Gallery across the street
had an opening last week.
This week they haven't got one,
someone filled it in with brick.



And

Love poem:
A yew stood on an island,
they called the isle of yew,
the more I think about it,
the more "Isle love you too"

One more Love poem:

Unliked?
You?
I like you.
Unlike you,
who,
I hope,
likes me.


more soon