Birthday Poem

  Roses are blue

  Violets are too

  Salt is, oh dear

  I’m beginning to fear

  That this poem is messed up

  And not very clear

  The sun is flat

  And squares are round

  The ground is up

  The sky is down

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  The moon is cheese

  I think it’s time

  To end this silly nonsense rhyme

  Of course there’s one more thing to do

  Sing birthday happy wishes to you

  Spider Poem

  Spiders spiders on the floor

  Send me through the open door

  Spiders spiders on the wall

  Spiders sure make my skin crawl

  Spiders spiders in my hair

  Spiders spiders everywhere

  But the thing that’s worst for me

  Are the spiders I don’t see