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

Yes I am that monster That lives within the lake It’s sad when no one believes you’… No matter how many pictures that y… I’ll pose for every photo

If red means anger And blue is sad White is pureness And yellow is glad What does orange mean

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

Hey diddle diddle you’ve reached t… And it appears you’ve not run away So try your best To finish the rest Even if it takes all the next day

No I won’t allow you To write about me It’s a waste of time A waste of a tree I don’t care if I’m imagined

There was a man With the largest of eyes They said he could see For miles wide A job as a lookout

You can hide it in make up But I know it’s still there A face designed Only to scare You can try to distract me

There once was a boy Who was sent to the store He followed the path Till it led to a door The door was old

In a corner alone Sat the chair with the teeth Locked away far From anyones reach If you sat down

Large heels Small meals The life of an actress Long scripts Thin hips

Yes I am a vampire But that does not mean I suck blo… I’m rather friendly give me a try There is no reason to run Now I beg you don’t fret