(2014)
I woke up this morning With my hair knotted in every way But it did not bother me not one b… Since today’s a good kind of day I reached for the bedroom door
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…
Skinny Sarah would eat and eat But all the weight just went to he… They got so big she could only fin… Driving poles in at the farm She’d pick em up and drive em in
Everyone knows of the billy goat g… In every dark alley and valley the… Whenever wolves go out, they go ou… For if the gang catches them they… The walls are tagged with their ma…
He heard the damsel screaming As he stabbed the dragon through He knew he’d be her hero Since heroes are now few He climbed up the crooked tower
There was a man once Who did not step on cracks’ For the fear he had Of breaking his back He’d hop and he’d skip
Supposedly we all have demons And boy do I wish this were true I’d have these demons do my chores And all my homework too
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 came in guns waving “everyone get down” but when they all started dancing he left with just a frown
I saw the troll That lived under the bridge But he wasn’t scary not one smidge His hair was greasy And teeth all jagged
Mr.Pierce had 36 eyes 27 boxes of tissues In case he cries 18 pairs of glasses For when he reads
Never go to the circus You wont return the same My image is ruined and a tent is to blame I entered fit
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
The things I must do Oh the things I must do I must polish the dishes And wash my shoes The things I must do
whats that you say I cant read lips Oh wait I’m blind Sometimes Even I forget