(2014)
if I could add my drawings to the pieces they would make much more sense in this piece for example his windows are painted making it more humorous
There once was a boy Who was sent to the store He followed the path Till it led to a door The door was old
Carry a stamp if you need Carry markers, make sure they blee… Carry a pencil, a pen, a knife Carry these with you all of your l… Carry a chisel, carve in bark
It human nature to hate the silenc… Since it’s only quite when your al… So surround yourself with many fri… And let sound fill your home
If you mixed a alligator An otter and elephant You would think it bring absolute… To all the places that it went But I was wrong, so listen carefu…
Tippy Tom liked to drink Tippy Tom would raise a stink Tippy Tom would stumble out Tippy Tom would walk about Tippy Toms gone missing
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
The forest we know Once formed long ago From a man whos sorrows Brought tears that could grow He wandered earth
Martin J, Martin J Simply loved the month of May March and April were to grey And nothing compared To his month of May
He was the greatest hero From a time that’s long and passed He cleans the streets to this day Though he now gets easily gassed They found him wondering in a park…
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
His colors would not Follow lines A mangled mess The teacher finds “This papers all scribbles
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
If you walk past me Oh, the things you would not know There’s plenty of stories and tale… If you stop to say hello
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.…
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