THE BUG DINER II

Eating bugs at a diner is nothing new,

Except, if the bugs are on the menu,

While at the Bug Shack,

You get caterpillars by the rack, 

And, spiders scraped fresh from a shoe. 

MY BEST FRIEND PARANOIA

Paranoia is my best friend,
It protects me from dangers that lie around every bend,
For round each bend I just know,
The boogeyman's planing me woe,
My friend says "run away to defend."

QUEST FOR DUST

I went to get some pixie dust but, could not find a pixie,

Some said I should look up north, others said I should whistle Dixie,

So, I went out west instead,

Looked along a stream that glaciers fed, 

Alas, there was no pixie dust,

Just some gold and silver crust,

It seems my trip was one big bust,

So, I give up, I guess I must.

I CAN'T READ: I'M ON SOCIAL MEDIA

Social media is just my speed,

I just wish maybe, I had learned to read,

The pictures draw my attention,

But, I'm often lacking comprehension,

So, imagination fills my comprehension need. 

FIGS, RIGS AND BIG BUCK DEER

Amy liked to munch on figs,
While driving along in real big rigs,
Once she dropped her fig on the floor,
Then went reaching for some more,

Out jumped a big buck deer,
That caused Amy to try to veer,
She missed the buck but could not steer,
She may still eat figs, just not around here.

I PRETEND AT THE SKI LODGE

I dodged trees as I skied down the hill,

Pretending Olympic historians would find me a thrill,

And, my pretend crowd,

Was shouting so loud,

The Olympic committee paid my lodge bill.

TIME IN A THROTTLE

If I could put time in a throttle,

I'd set my spaceship to lightspeed and cruise,

At lightspeed I don't scare,

For I'm a tired old bear,

I'd go to the back of my spaceship and snooze.

  

THE CATFISH ODE IN C MINOR

The catfish has great fortitude,

And, just a bit of an attitude,

The catfish is not dainty,

Bottom feeding on stuff tainty,

A free roamer with a land catitude.