(2014)
Skinny Sarah would eat and eat But all the weight just went to he… They got so big she could only fin… Driving poles in at the farm She’d pick em up and drive em in
Upon her own pedestal Is where she sat Not down on earth She was too good for that She’s never wrong just ask her
If I was a ghost for a day There’s so much I would do Like fill the sinks with orange ju… And take everyone’s left shoe Id paint pink polka dots
You cant judge a book By its cover they say But you pick a flower By what looks best that day I lay outside and ask
He heard the damsel screaming As he stabbed the dragon through He knew he’d be her hero Since heroes are now few He climbed up the crooked tower
There was a man once Who did not step on cracks’ For the fear he had Of breaking his back He’d hop and he’d skip
Brooke got her name Because she likes to babble Teller got his name Because he likes To tattle Shaky got his name
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
Tippy Tom liked to drink Tippy Tom would raise a stink Tippy Tom would stumble out Tippy Tom would walk about Tippy Toms gone missing
Hey diddle diddle you’ve reached t… And it appears you’ve not run away So try your best To finish the rest Even if it takes all the next day
I asked jane if I could kiss her But she said she suffered from a t… I asked Brooke out lots But her stomachs always in knots And with Claire I’ve always tried
I followed a map of treasure once, In hopes of finding gold, But instead of finding a fortune b… I undug a chest real old. I guess you could say I lucked ou…
Jane and I hatched yet another pl… A more simple machine that we coul… We built a sleigh our dog could to… We’d hook it up and away we’d go Higher around it the grass does gr…
He was the greatest gladiator That came from a distant land He never had to pick up a sword All he threw was sand He knew what he was doing
My brain hurts from thinking all the thunks that I have thought or is it from the thoughts of thin… now it hurts more than it ought