(2014)
This mouths for sale, this mouths… Please I’m willing to barter This mouths for sale, this mouths… Running it’s easy, selling it’s ha… This mouths for sale, this mouths…
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
A kid in class Who’s boredom grew Released an air plane And away it flew Down the hall
Mr.Pierce had 36 eyes 27 boxes of tissues In case he cries 18 pairs of glasses For when he reads
Both of them were late To their very first blind date He stumbled around outside While she struggled finding a ride But once they were together
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
There once slept a man who could n… Naps for hours and weeks he’d take He slept by choice not by need The most extravagant dreams he had… He dreamt of dreaming and dozed of…
Every one shall fear me For I’m the almighty bush If I see you waiting for the road… You might just get a push If you get to close to me
Jane and I thought to build a ufo Thered be no limit to where we wou… We’d go beyond where boats would r… We’d escape the chilling winter sn… It would be full of lights to put…
I put a saddle on a whale I traveled faster than all could s… I can’t return home though I’ve been stranded on rocks Since people get angry
He was the greatest hero From a time that’s long and passed He cleans the streets to this day Though he now gets easily gassed They found him wondering in a park…
He wore a helmet every day And pads on each limb His biggest fear was the moment An idea would hit him
The rains kept a comin It seemed they wouldn’t stop The clouds just kept on pouring Till they squeezed out every drop The lightning pierced the ground
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
In the streets lived a musician Who played with no beat he did not even know how to read from a sheet he’d strum his fiddle