When you look at the world flat You see nothing but squares It all looks the same Lines all put in pairs Faces look straight

There once was a man Who was known and feared For the frightnening features Of his beard His hair was long

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

He wore a helmet every day And pads on each limb His biggest fear was the moment An idea would hit him

On a bench in the park sat a man dressed in grey feeding the seagulls that flew in from the bay he wished he could glide

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

There once was a boy Who was sent to the store He followed the path Till it led to a door The door was old

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

I covered it in blankets Even gave it a thermometer I called up my doctor To see if he could save my monitor He said he’s no repair man

If red means anger And blue is sad White is pureness And yellow is glad What does orange mean

As I walked through the woods I saw a heard of doe, doe, doe But I returned shortly As the ray, ray, rain began to flo… My job you ask me, me, me

My friends all bragged Of the things they did James fought a lion But had let it live A snake bit Will

I gathered up my feelings and put them in a box I hid it in my attic and sealed it with a lock since then my girl left me