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

They say if you shoot for the moon… You’ll just end up in the stars... But if stars are just burning gas The chances are you won’t get far.…

Mr.Pierce had 36 eyes 27 boxes of tissues In case he cries 18 pairs of glasses For when he reads

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…

Maybe just one more piece What could possibly go wrong It won’t really make a difference Oh dear it’s all gone...

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 once met a man Who walked on his hands He’d sit on his head When too tired to stand He’d extend his leg

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

Brooke got her name Because she likes to babble Teller got his name Because he likes To tattle Shaky got his name

Martin J, Martin J Simply loved the month of May March and April were to grey And nothing compared To his month of May