(2014)
I asked jane if I could kiss her But she said she suffered from a t… I asked Brooke out lots But her stomachs always in knots And with Claire I’ve always tried
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
Don’t step in puddles If you enjoy your leg Id rather you not Have to walk Wobbly with a peg
He was the greatest gladiator That came from a distant land He never had to pick up a sword All he threw was sand He knew what he was doing
If you mixed a alligator An otter and elephant You would think it bring absolute… To all the places that it went But I was wrong, so listen carefu…
You could get hit by lightning Or run over by a rock Theres so many ways one could go Its rather quite a shock You could get sucked into a vortex
No I won’t allow you To write about me It’s a waste of time A waste of a tree I don’t care if I’m imagined
Mother, if cranes deliver babies From where does a baby crane come? ‘The birds and the bees’ “That is how my son” If you’re going to tell stories
he came in guns waving “everyone get down” but when they all started dancing he left with just a frown
If red means anger And blue is sad White is pureness And yellow is glad What does orange mean
You cant judge a book By its cover they say But you pick a flower By what looks best that day I lay outside and ask
If you walk past me Oh, the things you would not know There’s plenty of stories and tale… If you stop to say hello
The things I must do Oh the things I must do I must polish the dishes And wash my shoes The things I must do
Tomorrow I shall seize the day Tomorrow I’ll go on that run Tomorrow I’ll wake up right on ti… And get the yard work done Tomorrow I’ll finish that book
What if the old man Who snored when it was pouring Did in fact not get up When it was morning What if after a ring of rosies