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

It human nature to hate the silenc… Since it’s only quite when your al… So surround yourself with many fri… And let sound fill your home

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

I know there must be some place aw… A place to call home that’s drive… An old log home, where friends wai… A hammock waiting on the beach nea… A t.v playing reruns of an old fav…

They finally caught him Old no neck nick They tried plenty before But he gave them the slip He’s short and he’s quick

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

when your round you’ll roll through towns never staying for the night but when your square you’ll just sit there

If I could invent one thing It would be a bubble blower I’d make myself a bubble friend And really get to know her I’d make myself some bubble boxers

A kid in class Who’s boredom grew Released an air plane And away it flew Down the hall

My brain hurts from thinking all the thunks that I have thought or is it from the thoughts of thin… now it hurts more than it ought

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

There once was a boy Who was sent to the store He followed the path Till it led to a door The door was old

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