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

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 is the boat of issues come on hop in here son “I don’t know if theres room to fit” “who’s one here?”

He wore a helmet every day And pads on each limb His biggest fear was the moment An idea would hit him

Stack your Problems Up real High Stack

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

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

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

What if the old man Who snored when it was pouring Did in fact not get up When it was morning What if after a ring of rosies

Carry a stamp if you need Carry markers, make sure they blee… Carry a pencil, a pen, a knife Carry these with you all of your l… Carry a chisel, carve in bark

My parents trained the dog To let me know When dinner was ready So in I’d go I once came home late

they sed you need edukashen two go sumwear in life but thats a joke just look at me ive made it here alrite