(2014)
I am the one Who lives in your vents Its a rather nice life Not worrying about rent My favorite hobby is
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
I set a net to catch the thief That ate my food at night Since every morning I wake up To find no food in sight When the trap went off
he came in guns waving “everyone get down” but when they all started dancing he left with just a frown
In a corner alone Sat the chair with the teeth Locked away far From anyones reach If you sat down
He was the greatest gladiator That came from a distant land He never had to pick up a sword All he threw was sand He knew what he was doing
If I could invent one thing It would be a bubble blower I’d make myself a bubble friend And really get to know her I’d make myself some bubble boxers
The forest we know Once formed long ago From a man whos sorrows Brought tears that could grow He wandered earth
Little sneezing Cynthia Never covered her mouth She would sneeze oh so loud It could be heard clear down south Her sneezing startled the neighbor…
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
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
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
My brother and I Once made a bet A stake of five dollars We had set We both agreed
I cannot do my work is what he had… With my room a mess and the dog to… So he fed the dog and cleaned the… Then sat at his desk with an appen… I cannot do my work is what he had…
I let the cat out To explore the yard It scratched at the fence But the fence was to hard It laid about then swallowed