CHRISTMAS: THE NIGHT BEFORE LIMERICK

It was the night before Christmas and I just found my mouse,

I had searched and I searched all over the house,

I had e-mails to send,

Many relatives to offend,

Then, I spilled eggnog and my keyboard took a douse.

 

THE SKEETER HEATER AND MY DRIED-UP POND LIMERICK

One day the sun was quite the heater,

It even dried-up every skeeter,

But, my pond fish had a need,

For fresh skeeter feed,

No matter, my pond dried-up, every liter.