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

I gathered up my feelings and put them in a box I hid it in my attic and sealed it with a lock since then my girl left me

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

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

I made a 42 decker sandwich With every ingredient inside But upon seeing a tear was brought… And for days and days it sat as I… For I simply cannot open my mouth…

I’ve sat here waiting On the corner of markway and dessm… Waiting for the perfect girl To come knocking at my door I often sit and wonder

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

There was a man once Who did not step on cracks’ For the fear he had Of breaking his back He’d hop and he’d skip

As I walked through the woods I saw a heard of doe, doe, doe But I returned shortly As the ray, ray, rain began to flo… My job you ask me, me, me

I just witnessed a crime what do… Do I tell the cops what I had to… But I’m afraid if I do I’ll get… Since one had looked at me Oh well here it goes

There’s a secret to life Though no one can keep it It’s shaped many of men All those who have seen it It’s been written by scholars