Category: Poetry

My grandma’s got a computer And she is on it every day. Now when you try to talk to her, She always tells you, “Go away!” Grandma’s met a lot of people And e-male friends – she has a ton, ‘Cause Grandma tells her e-male friends That she has just turned thirty-one.

I rode my brother’s bike, He never wants me to But he was still in school So just what could he do? I hit a great big tree, It was an awful blow. I put his bike back up, You think that he will know?

Sometimes I think Doc Jones is not too smart. He often ignores the things that he sees He treated Lee twelve years for jaundice He never noticed that Lee was Chinese.

They said that it could not be done, Others who had tried all blew it. Much better men than I were they And not one of them could do it. A challenge that a man like me Could not easily turn aside. To rule a thing impossible Was folly before I had tried. I would […]

My calendar Is no more good, Said Miss Sally Underwood. I lent it to Young Tommy Gates, That silly kid Ate all the dates. January He ate at noon, And burped quite loud When he ate June. February What a treat. Its taste, he said, Could not be beat. March and August, Made him sick […]