Today I wore my bikini out To every single store I got so much attention You couldn’t ask for more But I was a little upset

Maybe just one more piece What could possibly go wrong It won’t really make a difference Oh dear it’s all gone...

There’s a secret to life Though no one can keep it It’s shaped many of men All those who have seen it It’s been written by scholars

There was a man once Who did not step on cracks’ For the fear he had Of breaking his back He’d hop and he’d skip

Peter piper picked a pot of hasenpfeffer Drank it down, took another round It couldn’t get any better Peter went back to the market

He gathered up used paper A broken mug and coffee pot A cracked plate, a crooked rake And a tomato that begun to rot He gathered these things thinking

Tippy Tom liked to drink Tippy Tom would raise a stink Tippy Tom would stumble out Tippy Tom would walk about Tippy Toms gone missing

There once was a boy Who was sent to the store He followed the path Till it led to a door The door was old

A poem of heart break anger and st… Is a poem created from the dark th… Don’t write of things that only ma… In order to feel better you must w… I do not wish to read of misery an…

Mr.Pierce had 36 eyes 27 boxes of tissues In case he cries 18 pairs of glasses For when he reads

Jessey caught the measels Joey caught the mumps Jane came down with the flu And jacks been in a slump The teacher has gone missing

Upon her own pedestal Is where she sat Not down on earth She was too good for that She’s never wrong just ask her