Once was a redheaded boy named Ken, For a horse he did have a great yen. Mother and father he begged again, To ride the wind and fight the bad men.   Now Ken he wanted to play at war, Just like they did in the days of yore. Their dog was too small without
Marta · 2619 days ago

  There once was a Woman on the Verge Whose dreams were so bright, they did surge Untethered by rules Her friends were her jewels And together, their hopes would emerge   The Woman on the Verge was named Hope For president she ran, then for pope Her heart
AnaLewis · 2620 days ago

Hand and hand they walked the tor, Clouds above the wind did soar. Laughing over tales of yore, Friends forever walked the shore.   Amazing journey they had, More life ahead so be glad. Laughter over lack of rad, What matters the latest fad?
Marta · 2632 days ago

    The Stain There once was a stain on the bed Mysterious, untrustworthy and dead We poked and we prodded We questioned and plotted Our findings, they filled us with dread We turned on the light Examined our plight Oh damn, we wished it was red Ana Lewis
AnaLewis · 2632 days ago

  Chasing the sunset to the ends of the earth Inhaling the cold in all of its girth The canyon is big, in fact it is grand But my thoughts are more urgent – can you please warm my hand? The deer were quite neighborly as we shivered on by Midnight snac
AnaLewis · 2633 days ago

  Disclaimer: This is very, very bad poetry and not for children.  Read at you own peril.Hot HeadedOnce upon a soup is our taleThe way to a man's heart without failChicken, tomatillos, lime and riceRoasted hot peppers and plenty of spiceThe resulting conco
AnaLewis · 2637 days ago