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

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

This is the boat of issues come on hop in here son “I don’t know if theres room to fit” “who’s one here?”

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

Make a cake Don’t make a sigh Make a friend Don’t make a lie Make a plan

The itsy bisty spider Came out the water spout Chased away my dog And drove my neighbors out I’ve stayed in this tree

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

Tommy glee sure loved his tree, They watched the sense together fa… Then came a time in mid October, Where the wind blew so hard his tr… It survived the storms but what to…

This poems the worst Nothing like the first My ideas are scattered about And the pages run out I’ve got better things to do

I climbed up a tree once Just to look out I sat and I watched As a bird flew about I looked down to notice

It’s time I must go I’ll make this one quick Just flip the page If this one doesn’t stick

Supposedly we all have demons And boy do I wish this were true I’d have these demons do my chores And all my homework too

I made a 42 decker sandwich With every ingredient inside But upon seeing a tear was brought… And for days and days it sat as I… For I simply cannot open my mouth…