Growth spurts Will hurt After eating dirt When u play All day
Falling out of love Doesn’t come with doves. Falling out of love Doesn’t come from above. Falling out of love
I did it again I sinned again Handed my heart in
Merry Christmas To Ms. Poe! Happy New Year! Ho! Ho! Ho!
Of all the men That I have known You’ve done more Than most have shown. © From A Poet’s
With all this virus talk On internet and TV I had to take a walk To get back to me Without my job right now
If ones are wonderful Twos and threes are terrible Fours are fantastic Fives are freaky Sixes go to school
Everyday life Has so much strife If you are a wife And have no life
The world’s going to hell As you can tell While we’re stuck inside W/ rules we have 2 abide © From A Quarantined Poet’s
New job, Better pay! God answers prayers! Just not our way! © From A Grateful Poet’s
I’m living in a wet Christmas Just like the ones I’ve never kno… Where the treetops drip-drop And houses plip-plop From all the rain that has fallen
If u have cooties Please stay @ home Don’t take your booties Out to roam © From A Quarantined Poet’s
Don’t backstab me Don’t take advantage of me And u’ll always b My family © From A Poet’s
My work days went From 4 to 3 Soon there’ll b No work 4 me © From A Poet’s 3/24/20