An anagram of one of the author's own poems.

Autumn

The howling wind, shrill to my ears
Flows through the trees, bombarding leaves
Breaking their bond with the limbs
Depositing them upon the ground

-- Jon Gearhart

Fall

Around the bend, might this winter await
As high leaves turn, then drop to earth?
I hope the snowstorms do not linger,
Bringing slumber to my big world.

-- Hugh J. Hekuebem

Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are

Shine, shine twinky lite
Down to world; Out twilite.
All wave, bow; Hark! A glare, a mark.
They wake her up, lo the dark.
Shine, shine twinky lite
Down to world; Out, twilite.

A poem from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.

How doth the little crocodile
by Lewis Carroll

How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!

Tiny Cold Gator C.'s Pride [LOL!]
Jon Gearhart

How that tiny cold gator C. can view himself!
He's a cruddy sight to see,
But with his armor shell feels well.
He cried, "They'll all envy me."

"While I sit, wild ones swim."
"I'll get one [I hope] -- for chow.
When lone child passes, son
I'll set teeth into 'er now!"

Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row.

Mandy, Mandy oh so dandy
In beaver, all cocks surely grow
My swelled part well in her tart
So a rich arrow-squirt I let go!

Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner
Eating his Christmas pie
He stuck in his thumb
And pulled out a plum
And said, "What a good boy am I!"

Ana Gram-MacThumper
Wanted Al to jump her
Leap in a cunt-hole in her thighs
It lubed his dick
O-ho so slick
But sat as it did not any rise!

Home on the Range

Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam
And the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

Home Home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

Oh show me a land where there's animals grand
And I'm sure to be one happy lad
Where every herd has this laddy allured
When goats start to lick the gonad

Moaned moaned and arranged
One goat to lick me all day-eee
While I'd much prefer a piece o' gal fur
Oh, I do see there's truly no way-eee!

[ho-dee-doh-doh]

Little Boy Blue,
Come blow your horn.
The sheep's in the meadow,
The cow's in the corn.

Where's the little boy
Who looks after the sheep?
He's under the haystack,
Fast asleep.

Tiny Miss Sue?
Ahhh... she blew on me
In the streets of town
Where all could see.

She knew how best
To correctly suck a tool --
Her teeth here by the pole
That I'd be a happy fool!

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