As class begins, my boredom sets in,
I’m fighting a battle I can’t seem to win...
Sometimes saying I'm sorry means more then I love...
Sometimes holding hands means more then making...
I really don't know where to start,
But here is a poem about a fart...
Help i cried
as i ran into you today...
"It's irritable bowel" the doctor did...
I had to make an appointment today...
Sarah ate cheese,
she wanted to please...
I’ve forgotten
Where I placed my keys...
Have U ever stopped to think but then
Forget the thought U thought and when...
Annoyed, troubled and quite irate,
It's all hopeless, and not merely bound to this...
Father Time
By Mark Spencer...
Dedicated to Lindsey Rose and Michelle Kezele
I'm tired of guys...
Up in the morning, before crack of dawn.
Limbering up on, next doors front lawn...