Tippy Tom liked to drink Tippy Tom would raise a stink Tippy Tom would stumble out Tippy Tom would walk about Tippy Toms gone missing

The itsy bisty spider Came out the water spout Chased away my dog And drove my neighbors out I’ve stayed in this tree

I let the cat out To explore the yard It scratched at the fence But the fence was to hard It laid about then swallowed

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

I’ve decided to write a poem Where everything rhymed with time It would become a famous poem And the jealous would cringe As I called it mine

There’s a secret to life Though no one can keep it It’s shaped many of men All those who have seen it It’s been written by scholars

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

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

My parents trained the dog To let me know When dinner was ready So in I’d go I once came home late

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

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