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…

He was the greatest hero From a time that’s long and passed He cleans the streets to this day Though he now gets easily gassed They found him wondering in a park…

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

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

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

I made a 42 decker sandwich With every ingredient inside But upon seeing a tear was brought… And for days and days it sat as I… For I simply cannot open my mouth…

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 cannot do my work is what he had… With my room a mess and the dog to… So he fed the dog and cleaned the… Then sat at his desk with an appen… I cannot do my work is what he had…

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

Have you ever wondered How the clouds move along If you believe its the wind I’ll tell you that your wrong I sit behind these clouds

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

On a bench in the park sat a man dressed in grey feeding the seagulls that flew in from the bay he wished he could glide

As I walked through the woods I saw a heard of doe, doe, doe But I returned shortly As the ray, ray, rain began to flo… My job you ask me, me, me