#AmericanWriters
From dusk to dawn, From town to town, Without a single clue, I seek the tender, slender foot To fit this crystal shoe.
How many slams in an old screen do… Depends how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good inside a day?
I asked the Zebra: Are you black with white stripes? Or white with black stripes? And the zebra asked me: Are you good with bad habits?
Oh the Crocodile Went to the dentist And sat down in the chair, And the dentist said, ‘Now tell m… Why does it hurt and where?’
Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would not take the garbage out! She’d scour the pots and scrape th… Candy the yams and spice the hams, And though her daddy would scream…
Alimony alimony I work till my fi… Me oh my oh goodness sake I’m pay… She calls it alimony alimony yeah… Till one of these days you’re gonn… Pom pom I walk around ragged like…
I am writing these poems From inside a lion, And it’s rather dark in here. So please excuse the handwriting Which may not be too clear.
Hey Nelly Nelly, come to the wind… Hey Nelly Nelly look at what I s… He’s riding into town on a sway ba… Got a tall black hat and he looks… He sure is talkin’ like he’s been…
On the way to the bottom I met an ole friend of mine He said 'Buddy, I do believe this is the end of the line’ I said 'The end of the line’
I broke into the bank on Sunday, You should see the money I got. I couldn’t drag it home ‘til Mond… ’Cause it sure weighed an awful lo… Then I sat down to count it,
(Hey the truth might hurt so I’m… Hey you better not ask me where I… Why my eyes are shinin’ and my spi… You better not ask if I been doin… And you better not ask me bout the…
Nentis Nan, he’s my man, I go do im each chanz I gan. He sicks me down an creans my teed Wid mabel syrub, tick an’ sweed, An ten he filks my cavakies
She was dancin’ when I seen her,… In a neighborhood they call 'La Z… She had a child’s smile, but she t… It would take a lot of gold to get… Acapulco Goldie, donde did you go…
1 little monkey was goin’ 2 the store when he saw a banana 3 he’d never climbed be4. By 5 o’clock that evenin’
He’s the Twistable Turnable Sque… Stretchable Foldable Man. He can crawl in your pocket or fit… Or screw himself into a twenty-vol… Or stretch himself up to the steep…