Pam tapped her black, shiny keyboard, as she typed tippy tap,
Pam sucked down a cola soda, as her earbuds boomed rap,
Pam worked in a law office.
For a lawyer named Crawfice,
Pam filled out legal documents, with fancy, wordy crap.
Derek the skunk liked his eggs in the morn, So, he went into the chicken coop where the eggs were born, Then the chickens got mad, And, treated poor Derek bad, So, Derek did breakfast, by eating field corn.
Two little monkeys raised and sold some cattle, Then over the proceeds they started to battle, One thought it was best, That in cattle they reinvest, The other wanted to raise snakes that would rattle.
There once was a man named Perkins,
He loved eating sour Gherkins,
He ate so many one night,
His lips puckered up tight,
It took days to fix his mouth work-ins.
A man named Perkins owned a pet store,
He sold little pigs, but nothing more,
He tried selling big hogs,
They were heavy like logs,
When I took my time machine back to the Old West,
I spilled a beer on Doc Holliday's new vest,
Now, he didn't say too much,
But, his bullet was hot to touch, "Call for a doctor", was my next request.
My giant pet green-snake named Nork, Ate only pizza with pepperoni and pork, Poor Nork died from the wheeze, When his pizza had cheese, Nork had a food allergy, since he lived in County Cork.
Amadeus the skunk left his scent in the air, Everyone disliked it, but he seemed not to care, One day while all alone, Amadeus began to moan, Pining for friends that just were not there.
From an alien world the entity came,
It crawled up Ed's nose to feed, oh shame,
Then, from this alien scorn,
Many babies were born,
Vicious carnivores that no one could tame.
I painted my black and white cat, He was playing with a squeaky-toy rat, I sold the painting for big cash, So, I'm painting more mishy-mash, I'm living off those with a wallet that's fat.
Marcy was a real pretty horse, A gnome ate her for his main course, Then he ate my dog,
My cat and my frog, Gnomes are such an evil force.
There was a little gnome named Klaus, He kept gnawing on my old house,
He liked tasty paint,
With a bit of lead taint,
And, termites and the occasional mouse.
I make fried green tomatoes, Sometimes with fried potatoes, I slice them thick or thin, Different tastes for different kin, I dip them in the egg, I dip them in the flour, I turn on the stove, I crank up the power, When puffed up and golden browned, That’s the best taste I have found, There’s nothing better on Puget Sound, Than fried green tomatoes all around.
There's sharks in Grand Traverse Bay, Otherwise, it's a nice place to stay, But, the sharks always attack, Few swimmers come back, And, upfront at hotels you must pay.
Snookey the Shark lives in Grand Traverse Bay, She eats every swimmer that swims in her way, But, every Fourth of July, She eats every swimmer, oh my, Then, she burps for the rest of the day.