My little pet toad sleeps so easy, He drinks rum but, he never gets queasy, His constitution's deluxe It is never in flux, Even with a cold he never gets sneezy.
I went fishing, wading out in the dark, I was hungry and my kitchen was stark, I had my red worms and beer, And, the beer gave me such cheer, Until, I stepped on a hammerhead shark.
My porcelain rabbit went to the floor,
It scattered pieces from the TV to the door,
The rabbit had been in grandma's old bookcase,
But, I think I'll not replace,
I'll use the money to buy a pizza, ...toppings four.
LITTLE PIGGY, LITTLE PIGGY
Little piggy, little piggy your cuteness is lame,
You are not housebroken and therefor not tame,
No matter how you are trained you end up the same,
You crap on the floor, and you won't take the blame.
Thurmond's telescope made the news one day, When Thurmond saw spacecrafts heading our way, After networks broadcast his words, The spacecrafts turned out to be birds, There was a crow, a dove and blue jay.
When the snow blows and cold comes through your cracks,
You stuff newspaper in the holes to keep warm your shacks,
Shove up the stove with wood,
When it's red hot, it is good,
It is then time to wait 'till the frost bite attacks.
When the snow blows it makes hurt on my feet,
I run out of food and have nothing to eat,
And when the snow blows,
I'll have to cut off my toes,
But, at least I will have some fresh meat.
Peter I and Peter II were competitive twins, They also shared both their virtues and their sins, They both had a penchant for mutton, Upon which they each were a gluten, The one that dies the very fattest, I guess wins.
There was a red pine tree named Willie, He had few needles and looked silly, All the other trees, Did nothing but tease, The near naked tree nick named Billy. Willie was a red pine tree, He grew real tall so he could see, But, the great sacrifice, Made things turn out not nice, Willies needles poored down like a sea.
There was a robot named Mort,
For a tin man he was real short,
He could not compute,
Or, do a square root,
He couldn't even write a report.
Mort was a real klutzy robot,
He was one since he was a tin tot,
He couldn't run in gym,
He would sink and not swim,
His circuits were covered with rot.
Mort went for years to robot school,
He still turned out to be a real fool,
He could not count past three,
Or, pronounce the letter "B",
Now, he's just someone's can opener tool.