Fred is dead because
he lost his head when...
~my friend made this up, I think~
Your mom is like a vacume cleaner...
A little town on the hill,
held house to a people without will...
In Texas you dwell,
who on earth could tell...
With ginger hair,
and a stone cold stare...
Oh the patriot,
with the red, white, and blue...
You think you're all cool
You thought you ruled the school...
An old couple were getting ready for a night of...
An old Arab lived close to New York City for more...
"Beloved son, I am very sad, because I can't...
All dressed in white; In hopes
someone might be out of sight...
***Ok this is my first attempt at a non dark poem...
This place is wacky...
This morning I found 20 bucks
I don't think I've had better luck...