(2014)
I just had a serious poem form in my mind for no particular reason today, just thought I'd put it here
He wore a helmet every day And pads on each limb His biggest fear was the moment An idea would hit him
Mr.Pierce had 36 eyes 27 boxes of tissues In case he cries 18 pairs of glasses For when he reads
There sat a house Above the ocean They say when in it To not cause commotion If it were to teeter
The rains kept a comin It seemed they wouldn’t stop The clouds just kept on pouring Till they squeezed out every drop The lightning pierced the ground
My mind is rather scary It’s why I keep it in my head If it ever where to escape Oh the things it’d do I dread
The forest we know Once formed long ago From a man whos sorrows Brought tears that could grow He wandered earth
Mean Jean The pie eating queen For miles wide She could be seen She’d eat the crusts
If I don’t tip my hat When you walk by Don’t take me as being rude I’m a real nice guy please I swea… Don’t take me as a prude
Have you ever wondered How the clouds move along If you believe its the wind I’ll tell you that your wrong I sit behind these clouds
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
My friends all bragged Of the things they did James fought a lion But had let it live A snake bit Will
If you walk past me Oh, the things you would not know There’s plenty of stories and tale… If you stop to say hello
Don’t step in puddles If you enjoy your leg Id rather you not Have to walk Wobbly with a peg
If I could invent one thing It would be a bubble blower I’d make myself a bubble friend And really get to know her I’d make myself some bubble boxers
It’s time I must go I’ll make this one quick Just flip the page If this one doesn’t stick
