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

My parents trained the dog To let me know When dinner was ready So in I’d go I once came home late

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…

We both leapt from the plane But first we placed a wager Who could reach the bottom first What could be the danger I watched her as she pulled her co…

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

They say if you shoot for the moon… You’ll just end up in the stars... But if stars are just burning gas The chances are you won’t get far.…

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

Into the room the child had run I have super powers his story begu… I can see through walls For real no lies So the parents got up

Theres a key to happiness The man said as he rocked “But if theres a key to happiness Why would they keep it locked”

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

I just witnessed a crime what do… Do I tell the cops what I had to… But I’m afraid if I do I’ll get… Since one had looked at me Oh well here it goes

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