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

It’s been a week Since I left my house The snows blocked me in And I can’t get out It’s really a bother

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

Theres a key to happiness The man said as he rocked “But if theres a key to happiness Why would they keep it locked”

The pop gun out law rode from town to town on his steed he’d ride wearing his hat like a crown his name they would call

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

whats this do? I have no clue its mechanics look quite clever oh look at the time

I covered it in blankets Even gave it a thermometer I called up my doctor To see if he could save my monitor He said he’s no repair man

This mouths for sale, this mouths… Please I’m willing to barter This mouths for sale, this mouths… Running it’s easy, selling it’s ha… This mouths for sale, this mouths…

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

I gathered up my feelings and put them in a box I hid it in my attic and sealed it with a lock since then my girl left me

You can hide it in make up But I know it’s still there A face designed Only to scare You can try to distract me

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

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…