Paper SwanThere are no towers,There are no flowers,In these final hours.I see rainbows,I see foes,In this dark place down below.There is a king taking a pawn,As there is a man mowing my lawn,But I only see a paper swan.There is a monster,Then I saw an imposter,Now I can only foster.There is a flag waving in the wind,As there is another man that just sinned,But I only see that this poem is finned.
Blue StarsI see the birds that flew,Then I realize I want stew,Then people will ask why I am so blue.I tell them it's the moon,Because it reminds me of a balloon,But they just look at me like I'm a loon.I tell them its the sky,Because it never says goodbye,But that only sit there and sigh.Finally I tell them it's the stars,Because they are bluer than blueberry scars,Then they all looked up at the glowing blue stars,And they knew it was no farce.
DecemberIn December, I will remember,When it was November.In November, I will remember,When it was September.In September, I will remember,That I wish it was December.
A Hat or a Fool?Standing on a stool, was never really coolBut thats how you decide to go to schoolIt's more maddening than a man dressed in woolI always dreamed of wearing a hatBut I'm afraid I would look fatOr my head would resemble a batOne day we should have some teaThen we could talk about the seaOr what we wanna beAll these things are higher than a stool,But the real question is,Am I a hat or a fool?
Roses are Red 2Roses are red,Violets are blue,All my friends are dead,Hmmm maybe it was the stew
Roses are RedRoses are red,Violets are blue,Laying here in bed,Sick with the flu.