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The Cert

There once was a boy who had a cert
he dropped it out of the pocket of his shirt
it rolled down the road
to the park where it killed a toad

It rolled under monkey bars
and under the trucks and cars
it rolled across the state
going over the Golden Gate
now it was somewhere in the Pacific

Until a young boy in Africa
found the cert while swimming
he threw the candy as far as he could
as it landed in the streets in Cairo
it rolled across the country
into the Mediterranean Sea
A boy in Europe picked it up
and put it in a cup
he covered the cup with a lid
then he put it in the ocean, he did

It floated in the ocean for years I suppose
until an elderly man heard a crunch under his toes

Now legend has it
though I don't know if it's true
that many years ago
the elderly man lost a cert
out of the pocket of his shirt

Trio

It was the three of us
who had the plans
to become a trio
and attract the fans

We dreamed of fame
We dreamed of money
and the people responded
We were really quite funny

We sang while we studied
We sung in class
We were getting good
and doing it fast

We sang of a pig
who lived on a farm
We harmonized well
and we had quite a charm

We used our canes
We moved them around
Our teacher said
we had quite a charm

And then the demise
Our singing went bad
The people called us crazy
We were all very sad

And still today
The legend remains
We are done singing
and we lost our canes

3

"Seven seconds remaining"
he hears himself say
He looks at his options
while time ticks away

Seven...six...five
the time slowly dies
He struggles to forget
there is fear in his eyes

The crowd cheers wildly
the opponents lead is two
He picks up speed
and decides what he will do

His defender is surprised
at his sudden run
The shot is for three
and the game is done

The crowd roars with excitement
as the ball goes through the rim
He is now a true hero
on this day, in this gym

"trio" is dedicated
to tike tim and jason:
the trio

Smek

There is a number
which no one knows
Between nine and ten
is where it goes

It was discovered
by two young boys
Who are nothing short of genius
they show grace and poise

The number is Smek
they came upon a name
And they hoped for
a sudden fame

This is not a story
just to inform you
For this number will be known
in just a year or two

This number is useless
but it is a change
Something different
in our number range

No Milk

We had a request to go get milk
so we began our journey off into the cold
we walked forever, or so it seemed
until we came to a supermarket that always had milk
so we walked inside and no milk was to be found
this had never happened and it seemed rare

We complained to the workers at the store
for which they did no know what we were complaining for
they tried to explain their was no milk in town
this was an outrage and we were forced to frown
Normal people would give up in this situation
but we did not listen to the supermarket's persuasion

To prove the supermarket incorrect
we tried the gas station to try to perfect
but they too said "No milk in town"
but we still had to check around

So in a desperate last attempt we tried the video store
the guy said they never had milk
we we went out the door

We were a failure and we knew it too
getting milk was something we could not do

(note by the author:)
I apologize for the bad rhyming in the first section.

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