(2014)
His colors would not Follow lines A mangled mess The teacher finds “This papers all scribbles
I woke up this morning With my hair knotted in every way But it did not bother me not one b… Since today’s a good kind of day I reached for the bedroom door
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
Solomon grumpy Born on a Monday Woke early on Tuesday Stayed up until Wednesday Drove angry on Thursday
I let the cat out To explore the yard It scratched at the fence But the fence was to hard It laid about then swallowed
They said you can’t marry a comput… You’ll never be a pair But their all wrong, you won’t bel… All the memory that we share
Both of them were late To their very first blind date He stumbled around outside While she struggled finding a ride But once they were together
If I could invent one thing It would be a bubble blower I’d make myself a bubble friend And really get to know her I’d make myself some bubble boxers
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?”
This properties great Just look at this house If you’re a pet lover You’ll get used to the mouse If you walk outside leave the door
I sat there on my couch all night And waited for one to come out These things are hard to catch you… If you move they scatter about Finally it poked out it’s nose
Watch were you’re going Don’t stare at your feet For every smile that you pass Is one you’ll never meet
They finally caught him Old no neck nick They tried plenty before But he gave them the slip He’s short and he’s quick
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”
Every one shall fear me For I’m the almighty bush If I see you waiting for the road… You might just get a push If you get to close to me
