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

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

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

Stack your Problems Up real High Stack

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

they sed you need edukashen two go sumwear in life but thats a joke just look at me ive made it here alrite

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

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

I sat there on my couch all night And waited for one to come out These things are hard to catch you… If you move they scatter about Finally it poked out it’s nose

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

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

My brain hurts from thinking all the thunks that I have thought or is it from the thoughts of thin… now it hurts more than it ought

If I don’t tip my hat When you walk by Don’t take me as being rude I’m a real nice guy please I swea… Don’t take me as a prude