Numerous

Numerous is plentiful,
Constantly full to the very rim
He's never first inline though,
Theres always too many in front of him,
He is overflowing with everything,
Pickles, Pennies, Hens,
He's even full of action figures and multi-colored pens,
When theres too much to see,
Too much to count,
He'll always be there,
Thats no doubt,
He's never alone,
And he's never small,
When he's with others he's standing tall,
He never stands alone
He'll go with the crowd,
Where ever it might take him,
He'll always be around,
He might be slow,
And he might be needy,
But the group loves him,
And he's not leaving,
When you see his crowd pass by,
You might try to count them,
You'll really try,
But in this case you'll always fail,
Because there's too many in the front,
And too many in the tail.

By: Jessica S, Lizzie S