I would much rather be a nervous b… Chewing off my nails Than have to be a nervous fighter Getting nervous in a jail

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

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

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

Upon her own pedestal Is where she sat Not down on earth She was too good for that She’s never wrong just ask her

So I tried to talk to that girl t… But not a single word could be fou… So I decided to just go out back And bury my head in the ground

Peter piper picked a pot of hasenpfeffer Drank it down, took another round It couldn’t get any better Peter went back to the market

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

My girl and me Could never be For were kept apart By the sea I built a boat

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

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

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