There once was a man from Nantuck… Who sat out and played on his buck… He was joined by a singer from Ma… Who’s blues so sweet, would make i… Together they’d play, nearly every…

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

The pop gun out law rode from town to town on his steed he’d ride wearing his hat like a crown his name they would call

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

Who cares when you dance It’s not to the beat Your claps aren’t timed And you stomp your feet Be the first to dance

Someone left out this nice metal b… It warm inside and not even locked I crawled in the box and decided t… But awoke to find I was covered i…

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

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

when your round you’ll roll through towns never staying for the night but when your square you’ll just sit there

If you cant reach out to someone because a someones what you lack reach out to yourself because you’ll always have your ba…

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

My parents trained the dog To let me know When dinner was ready So in I’d go I once came home late

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