My friend dared me once To get a hair cut He agreed in return To get punched in the gut I grabbed my scissors

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

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”

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

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

Yes I am that monster That lives within the lake It’s sad when no one believes you’… No matter how many pictures that y… I’ll pose for every photo

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…

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

Mother, if cranes deliver babies From where does a baby crane come? ‘The birds and the bees’ “That is how my son” If you’re going to tell stories

You can hide it in make up But I know it’s still there A face designed Only to scare You can try to distract me

I once met a man Who walked on his hands He’d sit on his head When too tired to stand He’d extend his leg

Someone left out this nice metal b… It warm inside and not even locked I crawled in the box and decided t… But awoke to find I was covered i…

Martin J, Martin J Simply loved the month of May March and April were to grey And nothing compared To his month of May