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Friday, September 28, 2018

I RAN TO FIRST BASE

I went to the racetrack to watch others race,
I'd race myself but, I can't keep up the pace,
I raced in high school,
And, was a laughing stock tool,
So, I quit racing, joined the choir and sang base.

LIFE OF A FRESHMAN

For purposes around nights' mid,
We all carouse to feed our id,
We also binge eat,
Pizza with cheese/meat,
Sucking soda through plastic lid.




Thursday, September 27, 2018

I STRUGGLED FOR DILL ON THE HILL

I struggled to get up the hill,
To pick me a sack full of dill,
For I had sour pickles to can,
And, bought dill was a ban,
For, I had no coin to pay at the till. 

Wednesday, September 26, 2018

PLIGHT OF THE TUMBLED TREE

Oh my pretty tree has fallen,
Now the fungi come a callin',
Fungi are aggressive dears,
Who grow big obtrusive ears,
While fungi sup I will be ballin'. 

Saturday, September 22, 2018

THE MASTER OF THE SING-SONG TAP

I once was a masterful dancer of tap,
My best work I did to the music of rap,
But, then something went wrong,
When, music all went sing-song,
Sing-song I couldn't tap worth a crap.

Friday, September 14, 2018

THE TEMPEST ROUND THE POSIES CAUSED ME TO KNIT COZIES

I went out into my garden to pick some rosies,
But, there was a tempest around all of my posies,
And, what could I do?
I hadn't a clue,
So, back inside I went to knit cozies.