There once was a man from Nantuck… Who sat out and played on his buck… He was joined by a singer from Ma… Who’s blues so sweet, would make i… Together they’d play, nearly every…

Everyone knows of the billy goat g… In every dark alley and valley the… Whenever wolves go out, they go ou… For if the gang catches them they… The walls are tagged with their ma…

He moved so very quietly Peeking through the blades of gras… Of the tribe of lion hunters He was the very last He leapt from the bushes

I put a saddle on a whale I traveled faster than all could s… I can’t return home though I’ve been stranded on rocks Since people get angry

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

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

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

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”

Large heels Small meals The life of an actress Long scripts Thin hips

The special today is over easy twi… With a serving of bunk on the side If you like you can watch the chef… Cause we ain’t got nothin to hide If you need help deciding

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

It’s time I must go I’ll make this one quick Just flip the page If this one doesn’t stick

He gathered up used paper A broken mug and coffee pot A cracked plate, a crooked rake And a tomato that begun to rot He gathered these things thinking

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…