I just witnessed a crime what do… Do I tell the cops what I had to… But I’m afraid if I do I’ll get… Since one had looked at me Oh well here it goes

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…

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

I’m the worlds best detective But not a lot of people know I’ve solved earths greatest myster… Like why summers hot and winter co… Summers hot because there’s so muc…

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

I sat there on my couch all night And waited for one to come out These things are hard to catch you… If you move they scatter about Finally it poked out it’s nose

They say you can grow up to become what ever you want to be but I’ll tell you what thats completely wrong if you want to become a tree

You could get hit by lightning Or run over by a rock Theres so many ways one could go Its rather quite a shock You could get sucked into a vortex

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

What if the old man Who snored when it was pouring Did in fact not get up When it was morning What if after a ring of rosies

We both leapt from the plane But first we placed a wager Who could reach the bottom first What could be the danger I watched her as she pulled her co…

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”