He gathered up used paper A broken mug and coffee pot A cracked plate, a crooked rake And a tomato that begun to rot He gathered these things thinking

There was a man With the largest of eyes They said he could see For miles wide A job as a lookout

He moved so very quietly Peeking through the blades of gras… Of the tribe of lion hunters He was the very last He leapt from the bushes

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

They said you can’t marry a comput… You’ll never be a pair But their all wrong, you won’t bel… All the memory that we share

Mother, if cranes deliver babies From where does a baby crane come? ‘The birds and the bees’ “That is how my son” If you’re going to tell stories

A poem’s a poem If it ends in a rhyme A poet’s a poet If he writes in spare time A poet grows famous

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…

As I walked through the woods I saw a heard of doe, doe, doe But I returned shortly As the ray, ray, rain began to flo… My job you ask me, me, me

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

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

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…