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

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

This properties great Just look at this house If you’re a pet lover You’ll get used to the mouse If you walk outside leave the door

he came in guns waving “everyone get down” but when they all started dancing he left with just a frown

Could a time machine exist if it was built to fix the wrong because if we have a perfect past we wouldnt need one

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

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

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.…

Peter piper picked a pot of hasenpfeffer Drank it down, took another round It couldn’t get any better Peter went back to the market

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

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…

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 once was a wolf I followed a pack I grew out my hair Till it covered my back I howled to the moon

whats this do? I have no clue its mechanics look quite clever oh look at the time