GoLime Vol 1A ninja he was aloofHe sat himself on a roof"I'll get you one dayYou annoying stray"He said and fell down with and "oof"Those dastardly psycho squirrelsThe never see4m to quarrelHe screams and he gagsFor his poor dice bagsThey might just let go tomorrowThis little ant would do a danceWhenever he stood in his stanceWith a yip and a yayAnd a hip-hip-hurray!This ant was greeted as LanceThis big cat white as snowBefriended mice, wouldn't ya knowWith a squikkity sqeakand a crickity creakThen he was friends with a crowRipple rip, the water of the lakeThis legendary monster JakeThe people all runThey are just so funHe was just a small snake.
GoHaiku Vol 1Lemmings will followAlong a treacherous cliffFall one at a timeThe great white snow sharkTeeth of icicles so brightChomp, such a delightOh lemon snow conesThey never should have been madeIt was just a prankMountain Dew Code RedPepsi-so's second best popMug Rootbeer's betterPuppies so fluffyFull to the brim with spirit'Til the fall asleep
Ten Plus LinesTen plus lines, ten plus lines,Such a thought so divine."Its so hard!" some might scream.I could do it whilst I dream.It's so easy, I say definite.I could go on for infinite.It's very simple to make these rhymes.Why, I could do it every time.For this poem, I best get going.What? You say I've done it in my gloating?Well I say "Amazing!"I put in less effort then a cow's grazing.Well, if you must implore,This format, I simply adore.I shall finish here and now,With a simple goodbye, and how?"Goodbye!" I say,"This poem is done, now go away!"
Lost LoveThe deep sorrow of this tragic event,The event which echoes in her heart.She weeps for the man she lost then.He may have been a father or a lover.Whether he was desperately rich, or greatly poor,She does not care, filled with sorrow for this man.A man is just a man, he can be nothing more.Love lasts as long as two can give and recieve.He cannot give now, but can recieve,That love which only another person can give.
The sweetest feyAn angel must walk upon our soft earth,In that girl there, standing by that white rose,Her hair alone could bring one to write prose,That scarlet hair must be of heaven's birth.Is it possible for one so divineTo walk so gracefully on these here streets?All the other girls, it seems their skin creepsTo see their men stare in awe at this find.If only, if only I could have her,I would treat her to the best, the best furs,the best chocolate, the best jewelry,Such a dream I have, so merrily,I would love her always, love bright as dayA dreamer's dream she is, the sweetest fey.