(2014)
This is the boat of issues come on hop in here son “I don’t know if theres room to fit” “who’s one here?”
His colors would not Follow lines A mangled mess The teacher finds “This papers all scribbles
You cant judge a book By its cover they say But you pick a flower By what looks best that day I lay outside and ask
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
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
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
when your round you’ll roll through towns never staying for the night but when your square you’ll just sit there
There once was a man Who was known and feared For the frightnening features Of his beard His hair was long
Every one shall fear me For I’m the almighty bush If I see you waiting for the road… You might just get a push If you get to close to me
Mean Jean The pie eating queen For miles wide She could be seen She’d eat the crusts
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
I know there must be some place aw… A place to call home that’s drive… An old log home, where friends wai… A hammock waiting on the beach nea… A t.v playing reruns of an old fav…
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…
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
So I tried to talk to that girl t… But not a single word could be fou… So I decided to just go out back And bury my head in the ground
