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

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

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”

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

My girl and me Could never be For were kept apart By the sea I built a boat

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

Make a cake Don’t make a sigh Make a friend Don’t make a lie Make a plan

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

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

He was the greatest hero From a time that’s long and passed He cleans the streets to this day Though he now gets easily gassed They found him wondering in a park…

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

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

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

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

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…