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

My friend dared me once To get a hair cut He agreed in return To get punched in the gut I grabbed my scissors

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

I would much rather be a nervous b… Chewing off my nails Than have to be a nervous fighter Getting nervous in a jail

I’ve drank 6 cups of coffee And I think I’m seeing things The walls and floors are shaking And stars have formed on the ceili… I think I’ll go for a jog

He was deemed the greatest no arme… Before his first fight ever begun He may have lost every match But he’s the best, and only one

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”

Mean Jean The pie eating queen For miles wide She could be seen She’d eat the crusts

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

Supposedly we all have demons And boy do I wish this were true I’d have these demons do my chores And all my homework too

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

No I won’t allow you To write about me It’s a waste of time A waste of a tree I don’t care if I’m imagined

when your round you’ll roll through towns never staying for the night but when your square you’ll just sit there

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.…

My friends all bragged Of the things they did James fought a lion But had let it live A snake bit Will