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

They say you can grow up to become what ever you want to be but I’ll tell you what thats completely wrong if you want to become a tree

I just witnessed a crime what do… Do I tell the cops what I had to… But I’m afraid if I do I’ll get… Since one had looked at me Oh well here it goes

A poem of heart break anger and st… Is a poem created from the dark th… Don’t write of things that only ma… In order to feel better you must w… I do not wish to read of misery an…

The pop gun out law rode from town to town on his steed he’d ride wearing his hat like a crown his name they would call

The rains kept a comin It seemed they wouldn’t stop The clouds just kept on pouring Till they squeezed out every drop The lightning pierced the ground

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…

I once met a man Who walked on his hands He’d sit on his head When too tired to stand He’d extend his leg

My friend dared me once To get a hair cut He agreed in return To get punched in the gut I grabbed my scissors

They finally caught him Old no neck nick They tried plenty before But he gave them the slip He’s short and he’s quick

Mother, if cranes deliver babies From where does a baby crane come? ‘The birds and the bees’ “That is how my son” If you’re going to tell stories