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”

they sed you need edukashen two go sumwear in life but thats a joke just look at me ive made it here alrite

It’s time I must go I’ll make this one quick Just flip the page If this one doesn’t stick

Tippy Tom liked to drink Tippy Tom would raise a stink Tippy Tom would stumble out Tippy Tom would walk about Tippy Toms gone missing

Maybe just one more piece What could possibly go wrong It won’t really make a difference Oh dear it’s all gone...

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

He was the greatest gladiator That came from a distant land He never had to pick up a sword All he threw was sand He knew what he was doing

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

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

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

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

My brother and I Once made a bet A stake of five dollars We had set We both agreed

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