Another Late Night Poem – Tired, Tired, Tired

Roses are blue,

Violets are red,

I’m super tired,

And I should go to bed.

Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water,

Jack fell down and broke his crown,

And Jill said, “He never said anything about being a prince.”


I’ve been thinking about that old woman who lived in a shoe,

Did she originally fall out of a sock?


Hey Diddle, diddle.

The cat and the fiddle.

A cow jumped over the moon.

Because we all know this is realistic.

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