On a bench in the park sat a man dressed in grey feeding the seagulls that flew in from the bay he wished he could glide

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

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

I once met a man Who walked on his hands He’d sit on his head When too tired to stand He’d extend his leg

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

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

There was a man With the largest of eyes They said he could see For miles wide A job as a lookout

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…

He wore a helmet every day And pads on each limb His biggest fear was the moment An idea would hit him

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

In a corner alone Sat the chair with the teeth Locked away far From anyones reach If you sat down

Little sneezing Cynthia Never covered her mouth She would sneeze oh so loud It could be heard clear down south Her sneezing startled the neighbor…

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