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

Maybe just one more piece What could possibly go wrong It won’t really make a difference Oh dear it’s all gone...

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…

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

If you cant reach out to someone because a someones what you lack reach out to yourself because you’ll always have your ba…

I’ve drank 6 cups of coffee And I think I’m seeing things The walls and floors are shaking And stars have formed on the ceili… I think I’ll go for a jog

There’s a secret to life Though no one can keep it It’s shaped many of men All those who have seen it It’s been written by scholars

Mr.Pierce had 36 eyes 27 boxes of tissues In case he cries 18 pairs of glasses For when he reads

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

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

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

When you look at the world flat You see nothing but squares It all looks the same Lines all put in pairs Faces look straight