Ansel was a kid who wouldn’t mind the teacher She told his parents he needed a preacher His father went into a storming rage
By Mother Combs11 months ago in Poets
Was it the love or nicotine Or maybe something in between Has me wearing seven patches Collecting scads of unburnt matches
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
I know to some it doesn't seem fair But in most cases when you compare Some don't know how to act To communicate, they just smack
If you fail then, try, try again Or you'll end up where you've already been Sometimes I get annoyed Or maybe just paranoid
This morning I was filled with fear I could feel something hideous near I'd only been in the shower for less than an hour
There once was a monkey called Old Roger Known as Old Roger, the soap dodger Who had an awful funk Directly from his junk
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Poets
Tim decided to move in with Kim So, Kim had to get rid of Slim They thought everything was going well But something was up, Slim could tell
Sarah looked for Jen all-day The side-effect wasn’t going away Instead, she was out of luck Because she got her foot stuck
One night it was dreary and dark The birds circling resembled a lark But they were a murder of crows That were once written by Poe
There once was a man named Tim He was over six-foot tall and slim Lonely, he sadly thought about a bender Looking for true love, he joined Tinder
The lotion Jen made was the rage Sarah smeared it all over her face But Jen used too much newt Sarah wrinkled up like a fruit
Jen was making a new potion She put her plan into motion Once everything’s mixed She said her small spell Oops, She used too much newt lotion
