I'm not a poet, but I went through a phase in early middle-school in which I liked to write lymericks. This is my first post here-I thought I might as well start with something.
The One-legged Sailor
There once was a one-legged sailor
Who bore the last name of Taylor.
He’d sit in his boat
And wish he could float,
For alas! He could not sail her.
Mack Marret
Have you heard of the boy named Mack Marret?
He has a long nose like a carrot.
He chatters all day
With nothing to say
In fact, he’s much like a parrot.
