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

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

Mr.Pierce had 36 eyes 27 boxes of tissues In case he cries 18 pairs of glasses For when he reads

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

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”

Stack your Problems Up real High Stack

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

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

What if the old man Who snored when it was pouring Did in fact not get up When it was morning What if after a ring of rosies