My brain hurts from thinking all the thunks that I have thought or is it from the thoughts of thin… now it hurts more than it ought

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…

The rains kept a comin It seemed they wouldn’t stop The clouds just kept on pouring Till they squeezed out every drop The lightning pierced the ground

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

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

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

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 climbed up a tree once Just to look out I sat and I watched As a bird flew about I looked down to notice

This poems the worst Nothing like the first My ideas are scattered about And the pages run out I’ve got better things to do

Make a cake Don’t make a sigh Make a friend Don’t make a lie Make a plan

Who cares when you dance It’s not to the beat Your claps aren’t timed And you stomp your feet Be the first to dance

Supposedly we all have demons And boy do I wish this were true I’d have these demons do my chores And all my homework too