Dear Mrs Walker

Dear mrs Walker
It's Monday I feel so afraid
I am no stalker
But this rain... it has ruined my parade

Dear mrs Walker please please tell me something
Something great so that I can get through
Dear mrs Walker I know I know only one thing
If only I knew what I knew

My days are so strange
As they keep going by
I wake everyday
And I try try try!

Dear mrs Walker
I don't mean to bother but I'm blue
Dear mrs Walker
Life is no good when on tests I can't copy off you!!

Your paper might not be right
You might not know how to count
But even so I think I might
Copy off your numbers... again... tonight!

Pregnant Man

Boy I say I need a break

Another day I cannot take

Do the same thing everyday

I need a break! What what! I say!

 

I have got a master plan

For time away in this endless span

Perhaps you'll find me irreverent

But my plan's to get pregnant

 

I'd be the first the world has seen

A pregnant man - oh such esteem!

I'd be so special you would say

Tom - you can have time off today

 

I'd be so luscious and so proud

A phenomenon with quite a crowd

I'd be a symbol of the new

As in my belly living matter stews

 

Yes this is my master plan

(I must say it has got elan!)

Pregnancy will set me free

So I can write dorky poetry

Dark Matter blues

Howdy ya'll have you heard the news?
Dark matter - maybe got you confused?
Turns out that in our universe
Things exist that aren't so obvi-erse
... More to things in life than we can see
More to understand about the universe... well I'll be!
Well hold your breath and count to three

'Cause matter is the matter
The question we possess
It's a cause of chatter
It's really such a mess
Matter is the matter
that's makin' all the news
Crazy as a hatter
The Dark Matter blues!

Take a break

Need some time to recompose
Need some time to blow my nose
Yes I think my work is great
But sometimes I just need a break

Practice Practice all day long
At the end: "goodbye so long!"
Sometimes I must say I feel
What's the rush? Hey! What's the deal?

NYC Subway

Riding subway trains
It's wearing on my brains
Its hard to explain
But I'm gonna go insane

People all around
People they abound
The thin and the round
... And they're making such a sound

Feeling so boxed in
In the middle of this din
Did I ommit some sin?
'Cause right now I'm sufferin'

Try to fin my peace
Avoiding people's sneaze
Just lookin' for release
God help me thru this please!

1 + 2 = 4?

Math is not my strong suit
I just need you to know
And that is why one plus one
Results in sixty four

Adding and Subtracting
So very hard for me
And that is why six plus six
comes equal to thirteen

I wish that I could multiply
Or that I could divide
But I can't do it, no I can't
No matter how I've tried

You'd think that with a calculator
That maybe I'd improve
But six and three - still to much for me!
My numbers never groove

One plus one is two
And two plus two is four
But three plus three I've no idee
... But it might be sixty four?