(2014)
My mind is rather scary It’s why I keep it in my head If it ever where to escape Oh the things it’d do I dread
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
In the streets lived a musician Who played with no beat he did not even know how to read from a sheet he’d strum his fiddle
Never go to the circus You wont return the same My image is ruined and a tent is to blame I entered fit
Peter piper picked a pot of hasenpfeffer Drank it down, took another round It couldn’t get any better Peter went back to the market
they sed you need edukashen two go sumwear in life but thats a joke just look at me ive made it here alrite
Upon her own pedestal Is where she sat Not down on earth She was too good for that She’s never wrong just ask her
Could a time machine exist if it was built to fix the wrong because if we have a perfect past we wouldnt need one
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…
Brooke got her name Because she likes to babble Teller got his name Because he likes To tattle Shaky got his name
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”
He was the greatest gladiator That came from a distant land He never had to pick up a sword All he threw was sand He knew what he was doing
So I tried to talk to that girl t… But not a single word could be fou… So I decided to just go out back And bury my head in the ground
I put a saddle on a whale I traveled faster than all could s… I can’t return home though I’ve been stranded on rocks Since people get angry
My parents trained the dog To let me know When dinner was ready So in I’d go I once came home late
