The First Frost This Fall

On this chilled, frosty morning my red car has turned white,

My bright, beautiful garden has died overnight,

I look on with despair,

Then, decide I don't really care,

I'm climbing back into my bed to sleep tight.

LIFE BEYOND THE ROAD CONES

Way up north in Michigan beyond where the highway ends with cones,

The snow is so damn deep, it's beyond all habitable zones,

That's where I built my cabin; up on Iceberg Bay,

Where even bugs and vermin will never try to stay,

Of course, it's where trees will never grow,

So, no firewood juts through the snow,

And, a nice warm fire is really rare,

Since, all there is to burn is your own hair,

For your food you must ice fish,

There are only carp but, they fulfill my wish,

Carp are the only food upon my dish,

A price that I pay to live in far, north Mich.

To the big cities I will never flee,

I'd rather freeze and starve and embrace misery,

In the cities you are restricted where you crap and pee,

But, there's no restrictions beyond the road cones and that's called free.

No Coffee Grounds So, I'll Make Job Hunting Rounds

Oh where, oh where did my coffee grounds go?

I couldn't buy new coffee because I ran out of doe,

I need coffee before I go earn some cash,

So, I looked for grounds in the sink and in the trash,

Alas, at work I'll be fired when, I'm caught moving slow.

THE GAS GIANT

I went to a planet just made up of gas,

It was the kind that only a mean giant would pass,

I followed after the foe,

But, turned around and didn't go,

What if the giant left me a planet with mass?

TROLL FEED

Trolls thrive where humans keep their tombs,

Trolls eat on humans time exhumbs,

 For mortal bones,

Aren't held by stones,

For weather cast them out their wombs.

THE EARLY, EARLY FROST

A chill came down from the north

It froze my melons at noon August 4th,

And, all of my corn,

Had frostbite by next morn,

So, no food in my freezer I'll storeth.