Hey diddle diddle you’ve reached t… And it appears you’ve not run away So try your best To finish the rest Even if it takes all the next day

Hello is this Houston It’s the man on the moon Yah life up heres great And theirs plenty of room I’ve found no life

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

There once was a boy Who was sent to the store He followed the path Till it led to a door The door was old

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…

I’ve sat here waiting On the corner of markway and dessm… Waiting for the perfect girl To come knocking at my door I often sit and wonder

His pencil would not write No matter how much he would scold… “It’s not about the pencil boy” “It’s about the one who holds it”

He gathered up used paper A broken mug and coffee pot A cracked plate, a crooked rake And a tomato that begun to rot He gathered these things thinking

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

Have you ever wondered How the clouds move along If you believe its the wind I’ll tell you that your wrong I sit behind these clouds

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

Theres a key to happiness The man said as he rocked “But if theres a key to happiness Why would they keep it locked”