Tommy glee sure loved his tree, They watched the sense together fa… Then came a time in mid October, Where the wind blew so hard his tr… It survived the storms but what to…

I covered it in blankets Even gave it a thermometer I called up my doctor To see if he could save my monitor He said he’s no repair man

Hello is this Houston It’s the man on the moon Yah life up heres great And theirs plenty of room I’ve found no life

Stack your Problems Up real High Stack

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

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

You could get hit by lightning Or run over by a rock Theres so many ways one could go Its rather quite a shock You could get sucked into a vortex

This is the boat of issues come on hop in here son “I don’t know if theres room to fit” “who’s one here?”

whats this do? I have no clue its mechanics look quite clever oh look at the time

He wore a helmet every day And pads on each limb His biggest fear was the moment An idea would hit him

There once was a man Who was known and feared For the frightnening features Of his beard His hair was long

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

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

It’s time I must go I’ll make this one quick Just flip the page If this one doesn’t stick

Jane and I thought to build a ufo Thered be no limit to where we wou… We’d go beyond where boats would r… We’d escape the chilling winter sn… It would be full of lights to put…