The special today is over easy twi… With a serving of bunk on the side If you like you can watch the chef… Cause we ain’t got nothin to hide If you need help deciding

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 know there must be some place aw… A place to call home that’s drive… An old log home, where friends wai… A hammock waiting on the beach nea… A t.v playing reruns of an old fav…

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?”

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

Upon her own pedestal Is where she sat Not down on earth She was too good for that She’s never wrong just ask her

Mother, if cranes deliver babies From where does a baby crane come? ‘The birds and the bees’ “That is how my son” If you’re going to tell stories

My brother and I Once made a bet A stake of five dollars We had set We both agreed

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

he came in guns waving “everyone get down” but when they all started dancing he left with just a frown