There is a bagger called Luna Who has never been in a schooner Her answers are good And if she could She would get here a lot sooner Doesn't quite make sense but never mind!

There was a man who failed in english class the teacher said he would never pass then he became rich from writing a poem an apology is what the teacher owed em

Arrogant I Am Yet Humble In My Own Way I am paradox

There once was a boy called tom who really liked seeing girls in their thong one day he got to eager and looked at his teacher but he still cant see where he went wrong

There lived a man a long time ago He was quite good looking but a little bit slow He dressed to the T's But was weak in the knees.

I'm writing a poem and just like me It is as original as something can be The waters never calm, the waves are always choppy I am not a duplicate, Nor a carbon copy I'm innocent and quiet Unless you were to ask my friends The story is only beginning And it never ever ends

Me Lovable I am, Adorable I am too, and of course Cute! That's me! Take it or leave it!

There once lived a girl named Kitt Everyone thought she was the shitt From the tip of her nose To her cute little toes And every last tiny bitt! LMAO...I swear I'm not conceited!!

i suck. work of art i reckon ;)

I am a girl who can dream ...I look for the Son... and I sing. I hold my head high...and look to the sky... and await the return of my King.

How about a song? SANDCASTLES My hands scoop the sand, building walls. Forming shapes, unknown to any. Fast as they form, they sink below. And dissolve into nothing. I’m building sand castles in quicksand, The walls are sinking fast. I’m building sand castles in quicksand, Looking ahead, not into the past. The grains cling, to fingers and palms. Knowing what will be their fate. As they grow, come into view, What’s beneath the surface draws them down. I’m building sand castles in quicksand, The walls are sinking fast. I’m building sand castles in quicksand, Looking ahead, not into the past. My hands fly, building a mound. Hoping this will help. Building on an unstable surface, All my work is for naught. I’m building sand castles in quicksand, The walls are sinking fast. I’m building sand castles in quicksand, Looking ahead, not into the past. All I need is one person’s hand, To pull me from the mire. With help, I can again be strong, And build my fort in peace. I’m building sand castles in quicksand, The walls are sinking fast. I’m building sand castles in quicksand, Looking ahead, not into the past. (yes, I wrote this, and yes, it is about me now)

A life far away, From Clan and kin. So many things, Yet to begin. A world around me, Uncaring and cold. To my own values, And honor I hold. Keeping the memory, Of my father near. And holding close, To all I hold dear. Doing my best, To teach and to fight. About my people, Their history and plight. Manners and honor, I hope all recall. That much about me, When I answer death's call. ... I am going to put that in my profile.

Here I sit all quiet and still... as I watch the river run by. I often wonder where this river leads to.. And if my thoughts were a leaf upon the river wake... Where would we stop, what would we see. Would my thoughts become one with the river, If so, I'd send all my pain and sorrow to be washed away....