They said you can’t marry a comput… You’ll never be a pair But their all wrong, you won’t bel… All the memory that we share

I would much rather be a nervous b… Chewing off my nails Than have to be a nervous fighter Getting nervous in a jail

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

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

Stack your Problems Up real High Stack

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

If red means anger And blue is sad White is pureness And yellow is glad What does orange mean

Could a time machine exist if it was built to fix the wrong because if we have a perfect past we wouldnt need one

In a corner alone Sat the chair with the teeth Locked away far From anyones reach If you sat down

There’s a secret to life Though no one can keep it It’s shaped many of men All those who have seen it It’s been written by scholars

Large heels Small meals The life of an actress Long scripts Thin hips

Jessey caught the measels Joey caught the mumps Jane came down with the flu And jacks been in a slump The teacher has gone missing

Martin J, Martin J Simply loved the month of May March and April were to grey And nothing compared To his month of May