Poems from Problem Seuss
I listen and hear
and remember so clear
what the beast did to her father
and no one would bother
I turned to my mate
She then state
"The...
In a small town long ago
They had a problem it was hobos
They sat on their asses
And refused to make stashes
Until Peter spoke up
"The...
Oh no!
Today was the day
You murdered a whist
Who stole the skunk
With your own two fists
You have blood on the bed
And brains on your...
One pill
Two pills
Red pills
Blue pills
Black meds
Blue meds
Old meds
New meds
This one has a little kick
This one made a funny trick...