(2014)
If you cant reach out to someone because a someones what you lack reach out to yourself because you’ll always have your ba…
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
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
Solomon grumpy Born on a Monday Woke early on Tuesday Stayed up until Wednesday Drove angry on Thursday
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
Brooke got her name Because she likes to babble Teller got his name Because he likes To tattle Shaky got his name
If I could invent one thing It would be a bubble blower I’d make myself a bubble friend And really get to know her I’d make myself some bubble boxers
His colors would not Follow lines A mangled mess The teacher finds “This papers all scribbles
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
Alone lived a man Who only drank glue The cause of his problems Is what no one knew As a child he’d get sick
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
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
I always tuck my tongues Down into my socks I wouldn’t want them to scrape the… And have to taste the rocks I look out for my shoes
In a corner alone Sat the chair with the teeth Locked away far From anyones reach If you sat down
The things I must do Oh the things I must do I must polish the dishes And wash my shoes The things I must do
