POEMS ABOUT MY PICTURES

He jumps for joy,
and throws his toy,
cause he drank the potion,
that gave him emotion.

I wonder whether,
Bob and Heather,
are stuck together,
on the leather?

I murdered Lenore,
for burning my toast,
now along the shore,
I fear her ghost.

The man cried ouch,
when on a spree,
he jumped the couch,
and broke his knee.

She calls the cops,
to bust the chops,
of the creep,
who likes to peep.

He drank the jelly,
from the tower,
and now his belly,
is feeling sour.

Though he cared,
she walks away,
he never shared,
his D.N.A.

While staring right,
into the light,
she thinks she might,
go start a fight.

He could not withstand,
the poisoned pear,
so she holds his hand,
and says a prayer.

He wanted to sing,
but his voice lacked emotion,
so he grabbed a pink ring,
and caused a commotion.