My computer was the computer from the depths of hell,
It stole my bank account info and wished me fare the well,
And, off to the racetrack,
With no looking back,
My computer is rich while there's a tolling of my bell,
Wednesday, July 18, 2018
The badger and the wolverine did not play very well,
I had to scold them both and make them lie down for a spell,
But, why should my scolds be of care?
Well, I'm a great big polar bear,
And, I can clean anybody's clock or ring-a-ding their bell.
Tuesday, July 17, 2018
Monday, July 16, 2018
Sunday, July 15, 2018
I went fishing for lunker bluegills at the bottom of the lake,
I knew a big fat earthworm was the bait that they'd take,
But, along came a pike and the bluegills swam away,
And, the pike grabbed my worm and I thought "happy day,"
But, the pike's teeth cut my line so, he was never my prey.
Saturday, July 14, 2018
Friday, July 13, 2018
I walked through the office under the shadow of bad breath,
I turned away my coworkers: Jim, Tom, Tim, Jane and Beth,
But, I did not get too excited,
Some days their breaths are blighted,
Besides, I'm the owner's nephew; my dear old uncle Seth.
Thursday, July 12, 2018
Wednesday, July 11, 2018
After the parade when the sparklers all fade,
And, the tourists go home to their shacks,
Then, around the campfire sits a marshmallow choir,
Singing songs of the lake monster's attacks,
Among the people up here, the lake monster they fear,
More than sharp points on some deadly dear racks,
And, when that monster comes near the roar that you hear,
Will sound like ten thousand duck quacks,
But, alas the monster has never been clearly seen,
Some say he's brown, some say he's green,
Some say he's a fish with monstrous gills,
Some say he's a porcupine with carnivorous quills,
Of course all I'm saying is the monster is mean,
All I'm saying is he eats meat and never soybean,
All I'm saying is stay away from the water at night,
For dark is his domain and ours is filled with light.
Tuesday, July 10, 2018
Monday, July 9, 2018
Sunday, July 8, 2018
Saturday, July 7, 2018
I grabbed my checkerboard to play checkers with my friends down by the bay,
Then, while playing a windy wind blew up and tossed my checkers all away,
So, what did I do?
When, the windy wind blew?
I went home for I had no reason to stay.
Friday, July 6, 2018
Photons, photons from the sky,
You can make me pretty or make me cry,
I look awesome with a deep dark tan,
But, the extra energy I didn't plan,
I used some sunburn cream protector,
The SPF was rated by an inspector,
I'm not sure just what went wrong,
Some say I sat out in the sun and stayed there just too long.
Thursday, July 5, 2018
My little boat was an historic leaker,
Didn't work for a deep lake adventure seeker,
And, because swim skills were labeled weaker,
I became a bottom peeker,
My little boat let in too much water,
I guess it thought I was an otter,
Then, I drowned now I'm a rotter,
Should've stayed onshore with teeter-totter,
Now, I rest with the dark Grim Reaper,
And, my boat sits a tad bit deeper,
I left my boat cause it's not a keeper,
It made my wife a widow weeper.