I always tuck my tongues Down into my socks I wouldn’t want them to scrape the… And have to taste the rocks I look out for my shoes

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

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

Skinny Sarah would eat and eat But all the weight just went to he… They got so big she could only fin… Driving poles in at the farm She’d pick em up and drive em in

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

There’s a secret to life Though no one can keep it It’s shaped many of men All those who have seen it It’s been written by scholars

Into the room the child had run I have super powers his story begu… I can see through walls For real no lies So the parents got up

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

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

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

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