This poems the worst Nothing like the first My ideas are scattered about And the pages run out I’ve got better things to do

when your round you’ll roll through towns never staying for the night but when your square you’ll just sit there

The special today is over easy twi… With a serving of bunk on the side If you like you can watch the chef… Cause we ain’t got nothin to hide If you need help deciding

I always tuck my tongues Down into my socks I wouldn’t want them to scrape the… And have to taste the rocks I look out for my shoes

I know there must be some place aw… A place to call home that’s drive… An old log home, where friends wai… A hammock waiting on the beach nea… A t.v playing reruns of an old fav…

Theres a key to happiness The man said as he rocked “But if theres a key to happiness Why would they keep it locked”

I put a saddle on a whale I traveled faster than all could s… I can’t return home though I’ve been stranded on rocks Since people get angry

It human nature to hate the silenc… Since it’s only quite when your al… So surround yourself with many fri… And let sound fill your home

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

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”

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

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