MICHIGAN THE MITTEN

While at the kitchen table sitin',

Methinks Michigan is just one big mitten, 

But, there's no fingers to count,

For a five finger discount,

So, I guess you'll get what you're gettin'.  

A LITTLE GORGON LIMERICK II

Little Gorgon turned to stone,

Everyone with a cell phone,

And, Gorgon was bold,

She turned some to gold,

If they ate an ice cream cone.

GOALS IN THE MIST

Everyone wakes up with the purpose "to do,"

Things done before and things that are new,

And, we all make a list,

Goals in the mist,

But, when counted our achievements are few.

THE BAKER'S LIMITS

Four cakes are the most that I'll bake in a day,

I can bake twelve dozen donuts before I have to play,

I can knead ten loaves of bread,

Before my arms feel like lead,

And, with eight pastries I've filled up my display. 

THE BULGING DRIVEWAY

My concrete driveway is not at all flat,

In the middle it bulges up fat,

And, the ends are so thin,

About as thick as a pin,

They crumbled with just a foot pat.

ODE TO THE FOOD CHAIN ON THE FAR SIDE OF THE ROAD

Over there on the far side of the road,

There's a fish, two crawdads, a snake and a toad,

The crawdads are in the fish's belly,

In the toad's guts the fish gets smelly,

And, the toad's in the snake's jaws went the ode.