(2014)
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
His colors would not Follow lines A mangled mess The teacher finds “This papers all scribbles
Mr.Pierce had 36 eyes 27 boxes of tissues In case he cries 18 pairs of glasses For when he reads
Large heels Small meals The life of an actress Long scripts Thin hips
There once was a man from Nantuck… Who sat out and played on his buck… He was joined by a singer from Ma… Who’s blues so sweet, would make i… Together they’d play, nearly every…
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
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
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
they sed you need edukashen two go sumwear in life but thats a joke just look at me ive made it here alrite
In the streets lived a musician Who played with no beat he did not even know how to read from a sheet he’d strum his fiddle
It’s time I must go I’ll make this one quick Just flip the page If this one doesn’t stick
There once was a man who’s home wa… His size so small he’d fit in your… Along one day came a great gust of… And lifted the poor man, and his h… Into the air and over the land,
I set a net to catch the thief That ate my food at night Since every morning I wake up To find no food in sight When the trap went off
You can hide it in make up But I know it’s still there A face designed Only to scare You can try to distract me
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…