SOLAR BEAMS

I got burnt by some hot solar beams,

Now I'm covered with ointments and creams,

It has gotten so hot,

My brains cooked quite a lot,

Now out my nostrils and eye sockets, it steams

IT GOT SO HOT...

It became so very hot, my little house overheated,,

My air conditioner blew up, it was completely defeated,

I retreated to the tub,

In the water, I played sub,

Then the house exploded with fire, soon my walls were deleted.

AVOIDED LEACHES, BUGS, WORMS AND CRABS, BUT NOT FLIES

My towel was my little piece of paradise on the beach,

It held down beneath me the worm, bug, crab and blood sucking leach,

But then came the flies,

They molested my eyes,

Be extremely cautious at the beach, is the sermon I preach.

PEACE, GREASE AND BANANAS

The only way my brain finds peace,

Is eating bananas fried in bacon grease,

They taste so good,

The main food in my hood,

We use them for stuffing, in our Christmas geese.

SMELL OF THE BURN CREAMS

I went out in the sun and got photon abused,

I got peeling, burnt skin, and the sun I've accused,

Then after puppy was fed,

I went real early to bed,

The smell of the burn creams, made my brain so confused.

PHANTOM OF THE SPICED BANANA

A phantom ate all my ripe, yellow bananas, and then said something really nice,

He said my bananas were the perfect yellow, and tasted good with cinnamon spice,

He said he tried them with ginger,

But that was a cringer,

Unless, you fry them in oil and salt them up thrice.

I MADE A NEW FRIEND IN MY NEW HOUSE

I had some wattle and clay, and built a brand new house,

It stunk so very bad, I lost four cats and my spouse,

But without delay,

I made a friend that day,

Who moved in, after he had a deep crevice de-louse.

NO STRINGS ATTACHED

My kite is flying high in the sky,

How it's there?  I don't know why,

It ain't no joke,

My kite cord broke,

Near a year ago, this Fourth of July.

CREMATION: IT'S NOT JUST FOR POOR GRANDPAS ANYMORE

When my birdie died there was a health concern,

So his remains, I was ordered to "quick, burn",

He went into the fire of no return,

Except for ashes in an urn,

Now he sits upon my mantle, next door to grandpa Vern.

BIRD FLU

I eat mostly the legs off chicken,

I eat down to the bones, where I find slim pickin,

I drink applesauce,

Till I'm sick and toss,

Bird and fruit cause my belly to sicken.

WARNING! U-235 IS NOT FOR WOODSTOVES

I knew my old woodstove would need fuel, if I were to survive,

So I stole fuel from the nuke plant where I work, some uranium--235,

As I was getting very sick,

I threw it in my woodstove, quick

When my eyeballs both leaked out, I knew I was likely not alive.

FELT BAD, FELT BETTER, FELT WORSE

My rent had fallen into arrears,

My landlord chastised me into tears,

I drank a cold pop,

And played some hip-hop,

Then got evicted, and thrown out on my ears.