The itsy bisty spider Came out the water spout Chased away my dog And drove my neighbors out I’ve stayed in this tree

He was deemed the greatest no arme… Before his first fight ever begun He may have lost every match But he’s the best, and only one

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

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

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…

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

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

I’ve drank 6 cups of coffee And I think I’m seeing things The walls and floors are shaking And stars have formed on the ceili… I think I’ll go for a jog

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

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…

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

This properties great Just look at this house If you’re a pet lover You’ll get used to the mouse If you walk outside leave the door

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