I’ve decided to write a poem Where everything rhymed with time It would become a famous poem And the jealous would cringe As I called it mine

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

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

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

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

They say you can grow up to become what ever you want to be but I’ll tell you what thats completely wrong if you want to become a tree

I’ve sat here waiting On the corner of markway and dessm… Waiting for the perfect girl To come knocking at my door I often sit and wonder

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

Who cares when you dance It’s not to the beat Your claps aren’t timed And you stomp your feet Be the first to dance

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