POEMS, SHORT STORIES, OR JOKES

TO BE OR NOT TO BE, THAT IS THE QUESTION....WELL WHAT'S THE ANSWER???

P O E M S

WE STILL COULD BE FRIENDS

WHEN I SEE HER IT WARMS MY HEART.
KNOWING SHE WITH SOMEONE ELSE TEARS
ME APART. HOPING WISHING THAT SHE WAS MINE.
SPENDING JUST COUPLE MINUTES IS JUST FINE.

GOOD FRIEND
THOUGHTS OF HER IN MY MIND THAT THEY DO RACE. DREAMING OF HER PUTS A SMILE ON MY FACE.
HOPING ONE DAY I WOULD SEE HER AGAIN. WOULD BE GREAT KNOWING SHE WAS MY FRIEND.

SUNNY DAY

MORNING SUN LIGHT  SHINNING OVER THE LAND.  GETTING BRIGHTER FROM WHERE IS STAND.

WARM OF THE SUN HIT MY FACE. TAKE MY MIND OFF THIS CRAZY PLACE. 

DREAMING OF A GIRL WONDERING WHAT SHE LIKE. TO FIND THAT GIRL A MILE  I'LL HIKE.

DAY AFTER DAY  WEEK AFTER WEEK. THE RIGHT GIRL I WISH TO MEET.

LOVE AT  FIRST SIGHT

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT IS THIS THE ONE,  COULD THIS BE RIGHT.

FIRST A GLANCE THEN A SMILE. COULD THIS BE HAPPING? IS THIS LOVE BUT HOW.

SMALL TALK A WALK IN A PARK , WHERE THE TIME GO IT JUST GOT DARK.

SUMMER DAY

COMPARE HER TO SUMMER DAY PLEASANT AND WARM. SHE FEELS SO GOOD NEXT TO MY BODY

AS WE SOAK IN EACH OTHER JUICES AS  OUR LOVE BECOMES ONE. I WISH TO BE NO WHERE ELSE.

VALENTINE'S DAY 

HEARTS FILLED WITH LOVE THE TIME IS NEAR. VALENTINE'S DAY WILL SOON BE HERE.

FLOWERS, CANDY, AND CARDS WILL BE BOUGHT. WRITING A LOVE LETTERS WOULD BE A 

LOVELY THOUGHT. BEING WITH SOMEONE FOR JUST ONE DAY. FOR ME WOULD BE OKAY.

SO BUY SOMEONE SOMETHING NICE , OR TAKE THEM OUT. MAYBE SAYING I LOVE YOU,

IS WHAT VALENTINE'S DAY IS REALLY ABOUT.

            SPRINGTIME

END OF WINTER OF THE COLD GREY AND GLOOM. 

RAIN AND SUN HELP THE FLOWERS BLOOM.

TREES AND GRASS BECOME GREEN AGAIN.

SPENDING GOOD TIME WITH A SPECIAL FRIEND.

HEARTS ARE FILLED WITH LOVE.

JOY WILL TAKE  FLIGHT OF A DOVE.

THE ONE WHO GOT AWAY

WHY WAS SHE SO NICE

WHY DID I THINK TWICE

I TALKED TO HER TO HER ALL DAY LONG

SHE END UP LEAVING WHAT I'M DOING WRONG?

NEXT TIME TRY NOT TO THINK TWICE

MEETING HER AGAIN WOULD BE NICE.

FALL IN TO WINTER

TREES LEAVES ARE TURNING RED AND GOLD.

NIGHT ARE GETTING LONG AND COLD.

THE SMELL OF WOOD BURNING IN FIRE PLACES HIT THE BRISK AIR.

PRETTY  SOON WINTER WILL BE HERE.

JOYFUL THOUGHTS OF WHAT YOU DID PAST SUMMER.

IN A WARM BED WHICH YOU SLUMBER. 

GOING OUT  AND HAVING FUN WITH OLD FRIENDS

ON A GOOD NOTE THIS POEM ENDS.

J O K E
                                                                                                                            
WHY DO FARTS SMELL? SO DEAF PEOPLE ENJOY THEM TO.

WHY DO CANNIBALS HATE CLOWNS? THEY TASTE FUNNY...

WHY MRS. CLAUS ALL WAYS MAD? CAUSE SANTA COMES ONCE A YEAR.

WHY DO ROOSTERS WEAR NO UNDERPANTS? BECAUSE THEIR PECKERS ARE ON THEIR FACE.

I FINISH READING THE DICTIONARY, IT'S TURNOUT THAT THE ZEBRA DID IT

WHY WAS 6 AFRAID OF 7? BECAUSE 7,8,9.

WHY IS IT SO HARD TO REPLACE VANNA WHITE? THEY CAN'T FIND ANOTHER BLONDE WHO KNOWS THE WHOLE

ALPHABET.

IRISH TOAST

MAY THOSE WHO LOVE  US, LOVE US

MAY THOSE DON'T LOVE US, MAY GOD TURN THEIR HEART

IF HE CAN'T TURN THEIR HEART, MAY HE TURN THEIR ANKLE

SO WE NOTICES THEM THEIR LIMP.