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

He gathered up used paper A broken mug and coffee pot A cracked plate, a crooked rake And a tomato that begun to rot He gathered these things thinking

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

Mean Jean The pie eating queen For miles wide She could be seen She’d eat the crusts

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

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.…

Stack your Problems Up real High Stack

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

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

My girl and me Could never be For were kept apart By the sea I built a boat

It’s time I must go I’ll make this one quick Just flip the page If this one doesn’t stick

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

There once slept a man who could n… Naps for hours and weeks he’d take He slept by choice not by need The most extravagant dreams he had… He dreamt of dreaming and dozed of…

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