A Man Named Stan A Man Named Stan
By: Lanae
I met a man named Stan.
Who drove a white van.
He was a fun man named
Stan. Everyday Stan took
his white van full of friends
down to the park. They stayed
there for hours and hours until
it turned dark. Then Stan drove
home and went off to bed.
To go to another poem by Lanae: Angel
Created on 5-8-02.
