His pencil would not write No matter how much he would scold… “It’s not about the pencil boy” “It’s about the one who holds it”

A poem’s a poem If it ends in a rhyme A poet’s a poet If he writes in spare time A poet grows famous

I cannot do my work is what he had… With my room a mess and the dog to… So he fed the dog and cleaned the… Then sat at his desk with an appen… I cannot do my work is what he had…

Could a time machine exist if it was built to fix the wrong because if we have a perfect past we wouldnt need one

I once met a man Who walked on his hands He’d sit on his head When too tired to stand He’d extend his leg

I once was a wolf I followed a pack I grew out my hair Till it covered my back I howled to the moon

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

It’s been a week Since I left my house The snows blocked me in And I can’t get out It’s really a bother

This mouths for sale, this mouths… Please I’m willing to barter This mouths for sale, this mouths… Running it’s easy, selling it’s ha… This mouths for sale, this mouths…

My friend dared me once To get a hair cut He agreed in return To get punched in the gut I grabbed my scissors

Little sneezing Cynthia Never covered her mouth She would sneeze oh so loud It could be heard clear down south Her sneezing startled the neighbor…

Hello is this Houston It’s the man on the moon Yah life up heres great And theirs plenty of room I’ve found no life

He moved so very quietly Peeking through the blades of gras… Of the tribe of lion hunters He was the very last He leapt from the bushes

My parents trained the dog To let me know When dinner was ready So in I’d go I once came home late

they sed you need edukashen two go sumwear in life but thats a joke just look at me ive made it here alrite