(2014)
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 was deemed the greatest no arme… Before his first fight ever begun He may have lost every match But he’s the best, and only one
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
The things I must do Oh the things I must do I must polish the dishes And wash my shoes The things I must do
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
Have you ever wondered How the clouds move along If you believe its the wind I’ll tell you that your wrong I sit behind these clouds
Theres a key to happiness The man said as he rocked “But if theres a key to happiness Why would they keep it locked”
There was a man once Who did not step on cracks’ For the fear he had Of breaking his back He’d hop and he’d skip
Both of them were late To their very first blind date He stumbled around outside While she struggled finding a ride But once they were together
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
I’ll grab one part you grab the other then well run away from each other if it tares there’s no winner
I once was a wolf I followed a pack I grew out my hair Till it covered my back I howled to the moon
They finally caught him Old no neck nick They tried plenty before But he gave them the slip He’s short and he’s quick
Don’t step in puddles If you enjoy your leg Id rather you not Have to walk Wobbly with a peg
A kid in class Who’s boredom grew Released an air plane And away it flew Down the hall
