I'VE NEVER TO PARROT

I have never been to Parrot:  its a thrift shop down the street,

To go is a social demerit:  that's where poor people meet,

Anyone can go to the store,

You get discounts to buy more,

Great clothing, it's cheap to wear it, and still afford to eat.

I NEED DETROIT FOOTBALL

When it finally happens and it's the football time of year,

I'll be watching from home decked out in Detroit Lions' gear,

Although, I'll not be a present fan,

I'll watch with all of Michigan,

And, we'll be eating tacos and pizza while, sipping pop and beer.

THE DRAGON WAS SLAIN BUT, I DIDN'T GET TO SEE

I saw old George the other day,

He was off to find a dragon to slay,

I asked to come along,

Then, I'd post him in song,

George laughed and then sent me away.

THE EASTER RABBIT CAME CALLING

The Easter Rabbit came calling and said that I owed him money

He said I stole a chocolate Easter egg and a white chocolate bunny,

I denied thieving of course

So, the rabbit used force,

He popped my nose and made it bloody runny.

GREEN IS THE BROCCOLI

Green is the broccoli I fry upon the stove,

Browning is the fish I caught down at Sugar Cove,

 My french fries soaked in grease,

May one day give me eternal peace,

Today upon my table rests a fisherman's treasure trove.  

THE GREAT YELLOW BALL

The sight Michiganders have seldom seen,

Is the great yellow ball that turns white to green,

Rumor has it, it does exist,

Somewhere in the cloud-snow mist,

Yet, it could be fable, real or, tween.

THE SNOW SPRAWL MADE ME BAWL FOR MY ROSES ON THE WALL

This winter has been both big and tall,

The snow was deep and great was it's sprawl,

It was the longest winter I recall,

I think of my roses and start to bawl,

For I only have those up on the wall.

MY MANGY TIPS

My pay is in the lower range,

In fact, most weeks I'm paid with change,

I mostly get tips,

Like return bottle slips,

Or, I should shower to get did of my mange.

GINGER BEER SUCCESS

No one foretold of the tree that was old that fell on the cabin last year,

Then, when the crushed cabin sold the new owners went bold, starting a brewery that made ginger beer,

The gross margins they nailed,

And, the stock price, it sailed,

So, they retired and live nowhere near.

Dedicated to Antwon