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

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

My friend dared me once To get a hair cut He agreed in return To get punched in the gut I grabbed my scissors

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

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

This properties great Just look at this house If you’re a pet lover You’ll get used to the mouse If you walk outside leave the door

Jane and I hatched yet another pl… A more simple machine that we coul… We built a sleigh our dog could to… We’d hook it up and away we’d go Higher around it the grass does gr…

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

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

Peter piper picked a pot of hasenpfeffer Drank it down, took another round It couldn’t get any better Peter went back to the market

Today I wore my bikini out To every single store I got so much attention You couldn’t ask for more But I was a little upset

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

Upon her own pedestal Is where she sat Not down on earth She was too good for that She’s never wrong just ask her

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