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

If I don’t tip my hat When you walk by Don’t take me as being rude I’m a real nice guy please I swea… Don’t take me as a prude

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

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

I saw the troll That lived under the bridge But he wasn’t scary not one smidge His hair was greasy And teeth all jagged

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

Mother, if cranes deliver babies From where does a baby crane come? ‘The birds and the bees’ “That is how my son” If you’re going to tell stories

Today I wore my bikini out To every single store I got so much attention You couldn’t ask for more But I was a little upset

This is the boat of issues come on hop in here son “I don’t know if theres room to fit” “who’s one here?”

A poem of heart break anger and st… Is a poem created from the dark th… Don’t write of things that only ma… In order to feel better you must w… I do not wish to read of misery an…

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…