Chickens don't go to heaven when they die, Sometimes they are roasted but, most often they fry, Though cleaning chickens may sicken, Fried outsides are finger-lickin' And, the innards make a tasty pot pie.
In winter out in Michigan's deep pine woods,
I've lived mostly on canned beans and a lot of dry goods,
I've lived in just shacks and old trailers,
With secondhand shops for tailors,
And, ate deserts of dried berries and puds.
The full moon brings September woe,
We will be soon consumed by rain then snow,
The snow won't go away,
Until April it will stay,🏂
Winter misery is all that we'll know.⛄⛄⛄
A hammerhead shark was spotted today, They are seldom seen out in Grand Traverse Bay, But, this shark was at ease, Riding around on jet skis, And, he only scared seagulls away.
Jenny went out alone to see the moon, It was full and round like a big balloon, But, she forgot to beware, For the werewolves were there, Now, Jenny sings an angelic tune. Jenny found monsters, Under the full moon, They weren't there for play, They weren't there to spoon, They ate her that night, Many locals will say, Beneath the moon big and bright, Until the break of the day, The werewolves scarfed down Jenny's bones, Then, filled the night with werewolf tones, No trace of Jenny was amongst the stones, Except, for her purse and two broken cell phones.
On Halloween a witch flew her broom, She flew really low and went Zoom!!! She hit a rock, It cleaned her clock, Her broom then blew up and went Boom!!!
Santa bought a winter house in Palm Springs,
He went there when he was done with Santa things,
At the club he dressed so debonair,
He looked well with money to spare,
For he pawned his wife’s gold bracelets and rings.
What if the universe runs out of time,
Can I still eat my beef that is labeled as prime?
Can I admire my gardens of veggies and flowers?
Or, nip away at cheap whisky I flavor with sours?
When the universe ends for all these things I will pine,
So, I'll now increase consumption then, at the end I won't whine.