(2014)
I cannot do my work is what he had… With my room a mess and the dog to… So he fed the dog and cleaned the… Then sat at his desk with an appen… I cannot do my work is what he had…
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 once slept a man who could n… Naps for hours and weeks he’d take He slept by choice not by need The most extravagant dreams he had… He dreamt of dreaming and dozed of…
In the streets lived a musician Who played with no beat he did not even know how to read from a sheet he’d strum his fiddle
I covered it in blankets Even gave it a thermometer I called up my doctor To see if he could save my monitor He said he’s no repair man
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?”
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
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
There was a man With the largest of eyes They said he could see For miles wide A job as a lookout
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
he came in guns waving “everyone get down” but when they all started dancing he left with just a frown
He was the greatest gladiator That came from a distant land He never had to pick up a sword All he threw was sand He knew what he was doing
My parents trained the dog To let me know When dinner was ready So in I’d go I once came home late
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”
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
