He gathered up used paper A broken mug and coffee pot A cracked plate, a crooked rake And a tomato that begun to rot He gathered these things thinking

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

Brooke got her name Because she likes to babble Teller got his name Because he likes To tattle Shaky got his name

I let the cat out To explore the yard It scratched at the fence But the fence was to hard It laid about then swallowed

They say you can grow up to become what ever you want to be but I’ll tell you what thats completely wrong if you want to become a tree

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

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…

As I walked through the woods I saw a heard of doe, doe, doe But I returned shortly As the ray, ray, rain began to flo… My job you ask me, me, me

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

It’s time I must go I’ll make this one quick Just flip the page If this one doesn’t stick

He moved so very quietly Peeking through the blades of gras… Of the tribe of lion hunters He was the very last He leapt from the bushes

My brother and I Once made a bet A stake of five dollars We had set We both agreed

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