Poems from another time

In high school, I sat next to a kid in English that was a bit odd. I liked him though, not romantically but in general. He was smart, he made me laugh, and we helped each other with our work. He took the class seriously like me and enjoyed it too. He didn’t scoff when we read Shakespeare, and he loved the poetry section, just like me! During that time he handed me a note with these random (but hilarious, I think) poems written in it. I Still have them to this day so I thought I would share. They still make me laugh.

Poem the 1st

Mary had a little lamb,

with mint Jelly.

2nd Poem

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall

And all the king’s horses, and all the king’s men

Said wohoo! Scrambled eggs!

3rd Poem

I’m a little teapot

Short and stout

Here is my handle and

Here is a note from my psychiatrist, he says I’ll be better in two weeks.

I thought I was a toaster oven.

Poem that occupies the 4th slot

This poem is really

Deep

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