I WENT FISHING FOR STEELHEAD IN THE WEE EARLY SPRING

I went fishing for steelhead in the wee early spring, 

With a hook-line, the capture is a spiritual thing,

A steely will lunge round logs and rocks,

A fight lasts many ticks and tocks,

The fillets so delicious; what satisfaction they bring.

TEA WITH THE WRONG TASTE

That tea just tasted so wrong,

It wasn't brewed even that strong,

Of course I knew it was old,

When I scraped off the mold,

It's a barff night; I won't be waiting too long.

BASKETBALL ON THE MOON

I went to the moon and built a basketball court,   

I love to dunk baskets but, on earth I'm too short,

Of course, my shots are too long,

When I play moon based pingpong,

However, on the moon pingpong ain't much of a sport.

MY BACON, APPLE, CINNAMON, CHEEZY PIE

I kept my baking powder very dry,

So, I could bake my Apple pie,

I use apples, cinnamon and cheese,

I bake at 350 degrees,

And, pile on bacon to the sky.

I PINE AND PINE FOR MY TREE

I pine and pine for my tree,

It was an oak that disease made soul free,

But, I loved it the most,

And, I yearn for its ghost,

To comfort and stand over me.