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

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

You could get hit by lightning Or run over by a rock Theres so many ways one could go Its rather quite a shock You could get sucked into a vortex

It’s been a week Since I left my house The snows blocked me in And I can’t get out It’s really a bother

Brooke got her name Because she likes to babble Teller got his name Because he likes To tattle Shaky got his name

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

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

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

Make a cake Don’t make a sigh Make a friend Don’t make a lie Make a plan

We both leapt from the plane But first we placed a wager Who could reach the bottom first What could be the danger I watched her as she pulled her co…

A poem’s a poem If it ends in a rhyme A poet’s a poet If he writes in spare time A poet grows famous

My friends all bragged Of the things they did James fought a lion But had let it live A snake bit Will

There was a man With the largest of eyes They said he could see For miles wide A job as a lookout