Individual poems
Tis the Season(The Biped) Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree,You set off my allergies. You make me cough, you make me sneeze,When I get near, I start to wheeze. You make my lungs feel full of lead,I can barely get out of bed. Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree,You set off my allergies…
The Christmas Box There’s a tale that’s not been told neither here or there,About a Christmas wish and hope and an unlikely prayer.You’ve seen the shows of a reindeer’s nose,Snowmen and mice that live in clocks,But have you ever heard a single wordAbout a special Christmas box? —— This box was special, tiny in size,With
The Watery Tale of Abe the Pirate ‘Twas both bright and darkand dark and bright,as the morning rolled into its nightand the tepid seas tossed and turned,crashing against the shore. A Jolly Roger flew in the mastof the first giant ship that came in last,carrying a full crewof One and Not One More. So One
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Spot’s Saga: The EPIC Masterpiece by Spot Da GoldfishIn its full, unabridged and uncut format!Hi, I’m Spot.That’s all I’ve got.The End.
Swim With Me Life is fragile; embrace it.Time is fleeting; don’t waste it. When tomorrow never seemsTo chase away all those yesterdays,And the shards of broken dreamsLeave you with nothing left to say, When you feel like you’re drowningIn another wave, You can just rest,And swim with me.
Sir Elton Napoleon John Bonaparte Rates Goldfish, SUPER STAR! I get up on stageAnd the fishies all start to cheer,They just can’t believeA fishy’s singin’ here. I shake my fin, I shake my tail,And all the little guppies begin to wail. I’m a superstar–If only in my dreams.
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Something on His Mind.. The lights were all out and it was time to sleep,But Spot, he had thoughts that just wouldn’t keep.So he swam in a circle, then he swam in two,Before waking up Rates with a “What should I do?” Rates shook off his sleep and just blinked for a few.“What do you
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Out of Place, Part 3 Sometimes the colors are just not that bright,sometimes everything looks like a foggy twilight,sometimes my senses are mutedand lessened and gone,and I can’t quite understandwhy everything just feels wrong. Sometimes the space all aroundfeels a little too heavy,sometimes the sounds feel likethey all just escape me,sometimes I don’t even feelyour
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Out of Place, Part 4 Sometimes the whatzzits and whitzatsjust don’t line up,sometimes I try to explainand just want to give up,sometimes I wish everyone could just open up and seethe beauty in me.The beauty is me. Sometimes I wonderwhy this world is hard to understand.Nothing is broken,I am just who I am,full of feelings,
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Out of Place, Part 1 Sometimes the lights are a little too bright,sometimes I stress when the rocks aren’t piled just right,sometimes the other fish are moving too fast,and I have to take some deep breathsuntil they all pass. Sometimes the noise is just a little too loud,sometimes the sounds feel like they are all
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