(2014)
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
On a bench in the park sat a man dressed in grey feeding the seagulls that flew in from the bay he wished he could glide
You cant judge a book By its cover they say But you pick a flower By what looks best that day I lay outside and ask
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
Jane and I hatched yet another pl… A more simple machine that we coul… We built a sleigh our dog could to… We’d hook it up and away we’d go Higher around it the grass does gr…
His colors would not Follow lines A mangled mess The teacher finds “This papers all scribbles
Melanie and her melodia Traveled across the land That’s an organ on wheels In case you didn’t understand She played her music from her hear…
Jessey caught the measels Joey caught the mumps Jane came down with the flu And jacks been in a slump The teacher has gone missing
I climbed up a tree once Just to look out I sat and I watched As a bird flew about I looked down to notice
I asked jane if I could kiss her But she said she suffered from a t… I asked Brooke out lots But her stomachs always in knots And with Claire I’ve always tried
I had a starring contest With the wall I sat there all day But to my dismay I did not win at all
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”
It’s time I must go I’ll make this one quick Just flip the page If this one doesn’t stick
What if the old man Who snored when it was pouring Did in fact not get up When it was morning What if after a ring of rosies
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
