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

He was the greatest gladiator That came from a distant land He never had to pick up a sword All he threw was sand He knew what he was doing

I let the cat out To explore the yard It scratched at the fence But the fence was to hard It laid about then swallowed

Jane and I hatched yet another pl… A more simple machine that we coul… We built a sleigh our dog could to… We’d hook it up and away we’d go Higher around it the grass does gr…

whats this do? I have no clue its mechanics look quite clever oh look at the time

I would much rather be a nervous b… Chewing off my nails Than have to be a nervous fighter Getting nervous in a jail

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

A poem of heart break anger and st… Is a poem created from the dark th… Don’t write of things that only ma… In order to feel better you must w… I do not wish to read of misery an…

My friends all bragged Of the things they did James fought a lion But had let it live A snake bit Will

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”

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

when your round you’ll roll through towns never staying for the night but when your square you’ll just sit there

I sat there on my couch all night And waited for one to come out These things are hard to catch you… If you move they scatter about Finally it poked out it’s nose