(2014)
#BushShort #Funny
You can hide it in make up But I know it’s still there A face designed Only to scare You can try to distract me
No I won’t allow you To write about me It’s a waste of time A waste of a tree I don’t care if I’m imagined
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
Carry a stamp if you need Carry markers, make sure they blee… Carry a pencil, a pen, a knife Carry these with you all of your l… Carry a chisel, carve in bark
Martin J, Martin J Simply loved the month of May March and April were to grey And nothing compared To his month of May
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
She comes out of the ocean at nigh… To fold my clothes and clean my be… She like to pick up after me And make sure I’m always fed Slippery floors is the only price
It’s been a week Since I left my house The snows blocked me in And I can’t get out It’s really a bother
Jane and I thought to build a ufo Thered be no limit to where we wou… We’d go beyond where boats would r… We’d escape the chilling winter sn… It would be full of lights to put…
I woke up this morning With my hair knotted in every way But it did not bother me not one b… Since today’s a good kind of day I reached for the bedroom door
Maybe just one more piece What could possibly go wrong It won’t really make a difference Oh dear it’s all gone...
Make a cake Don’t make a sigh Make a friend Don’t make a lie Make a plan
I sat there on my couch all night And waited for one to come out These things are hard to catch you… If you move they scatter about Finally it poked out it’s nose
He moved so very quietly Peeking through the blades of gras… Of the tribe of lion hunters He was the very last He leapt from the bushes
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