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

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…

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

They say if you shoot for the moon… You’ll just end up in the stars... But if stars are just burning gas The chances are you won’t get far.…

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

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

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”

Make a cake Don’t make a sigh Make a friend Don’t make a lie Make a plan

There once was a man Who was known and feared For the frightnening features Of his beard His hair was long

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

Stack your Problems Up real High Stack

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