(2014)
Mr.Pierce had 36 eyes 27 boxes of tissues In case he cries 18 pairs of glasses For when he reads
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
Have you ever wondered How the clouds move along If you believe its the wind I’ll tell you that your wrong I sit behind these clouds
My brain hurts from thinking all the thunks that I have thought or is it from the thoughts of thin… now it hurts more than it ought
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
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
Alone lived a man Who only drank glue The cause of his problems Is what no one knew As a child he’d get sick
Maybe just one more piece What could possibly go wrong It won’t really make a difference Oh dear it’s all gone...
There once was a man from Nantuck… Who sat out and played on his buck… He was joined by a singer from Ma… Who’s blues so sweet, would make i… Together they’d play, nearly every…
Watch were you’re going Don’t stare at your feet For every smile that you pass Is one you’ll never meet
Who cares when you dance It’s not to the beat Your claps aren’t timed And you stomp your feet Be the first to dance
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
Make a cake Don’t make a sigh Make a friend Don’t make a lie Make a plan
Martin J, Martin J Simply loved the month of May March and April were to grey And nothing compared To his month of May
When you look at the world flat You see nothing but squares It all looks the same Lines all put in pairs Faces look straight
