(2014)
His colors would not Follow lines A mangled mess The teacher finds “This papers all scribbles
I once met a man Who walked on his hands He’d sit on his head When too tired to stand He’d extend his leg
My girl and me Could never be For were kept apart By the sea I built a boat
It’s been a week Since I left my house The snows blocked me in And I can’t get out It’s really a bother
The forest we know Once formed long ago From a man whos sorrows Brought tears that could grow He wandered earth
Little sneezing Cynthia Never covered her mouth She would sneeze oh so loud It could be heard clear down south Her sneezing startled the neighbor…
I made a 42 decker sandwich With every ingredient inside But upon seeing a tear was brought… And for days and days it sat as I… For I simply cannot open my mouth…
If I was a ghost for a day There’s so much I would do Like fill the sinks with orange ju… And take everyone’s left shoe Id paint pink polka dots
Never go to the circus You wont return the same My image is ruined and a tent is to blame I entered fit
A kid in class Who’s boredom grew Released an air plane And away it flew Down the hall
If red means anger And blue is sad White is pureness And yellow is glad What does orange mean
The pop gun out law rode from town to town on his steed he’d ride wearing his hat like a crown his name they would call
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
Who cares when you dance It’s not to the beat Your claps aren’t timed And you stomp your feet Be the first to dance
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
