Four Poems by AP

1. There was once a poet tree
   She said "Pin your good poems to me"
   We did as she told
   But she said they were old
   So we all got our poet degree
   
   
   There once was a person named Bob
   He called the hair on his head a mob
   He combed and gelled
   He screamed and yelled
   Because he couldn't fix his mob
   
   
   There was a pine tree
   He sat different from the rest
   He was really sad
   
   
   There once was a certain bee
   Who wanted to be more like me
   He did all he could
   But he was misunderstood
   Turns out he was the bee he should