(2014)
I’ve sat here waiting On the corner of markway and dessm… Waiting for the perfect girl To come knocking at my door I often sit and wonder
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
Tippy Tom liked to drink Tippy Tom would raise a stink Tippy Tom would stumble out Tippy Tom would walk about Tippy Toms gone missing
I’ve drank 6 cups of coffee And I think I’m seeing things The walls and floors are shaking And stars have formed on the ceili… I think I’ll go for a jog
Life’s like a puzzle With pieces thrown all about You have to put it together Until the pieces run all out Sometimes it’s finished
I followed a map of treasure once, In hopes of finding gold, But instead of finding a fortune b… I undug a chest real old. I guess you could say I lucked ou…
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
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
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…
A kid in class Who’s boredom grew Released an air plane And away it flew Down the hall
You could get hit by lightning Or run over by a rock Theres so many ways one could go Its rather quite a shock You could get sucked into a vortex
Mr.Pierce had 36 eyes 27 boxes of tissues In case he cries 18 pairs of glasses For when he reads
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
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
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”
