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

There once was a man Who was known and feared For the frightnening features Of his beard His hair was long

Could a time machine exist if it was built to fix the wrong because if we have a perfect past we wouldnt need one

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

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.…

Today I wore my bikini out To every single store I got so much attention You couldn’t ask for more But I was a little upset

Tommy glee sure loved his tree, They watched the sense together fa… Then came a time in mid October, Where the wind blew so hard his tr… It survived the storms but what to…

Peter piper picked a pot of hasenpfeffer Drank it down, took another round It couldn’t get any better Peter went back to the market

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’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

A kid in class Who’s boredom grew Released an air plane And away it flew Down the hall

There once was a kid who balanced… on roofs, wires, and rocks he decided to raise the risks in a… where he would balance on top of a crock

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