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

Mr.Pierce had 36 eyes 27 boxes of tissues In case he cries 18 pairs of glasses For when he reads

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

If you walk past me Oh, the things you would not know There’s plenty of stories and tale… If you stop to say hello

My friend dared me once To get a hair cut He agreed in return To get punched in the gut I grabbed my scissors

I always tuck my tongues Down into my socks I wouldn’t want them to scrape the… And have to taste the rocks I look out for my shoes

The things I must do Oh the things I must do I must polish the dishes And wash my shoes The things I must do

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

There once was a kid who balanced… on roofs, wires, and rocks he decided to raise the risks in a… where he would balance on top of a crock

A kid in class Who’s boredom grew Released an air plane And away it flew Down the hall

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

Skinny Sarah would eat and eat But all the weight just went to he… They got so big she could only fin… Driving poles in at the farm She’d pick em up and drive em in

Today I wore my bikini out To every single store I got so much attention You couldn’t ask for more But I was a little upset

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…

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