SHARING WEEDS WITH MY MICHIGAN MOOSE

With a Michigan moose, I formed a real tight bond,

We both liked to chew on weeds, in a holding pond,

To make pond weeds to be tasty,

Do not chew on them, too hasty,

Or, they'll be bitter, and that's a taste, I'm not fond.

SICK SAM THE HAM

There once was a real mean, grouchy old pig, everyone called him, Sick Sam,

He was always blowing his big, snout nose, because he was one old, ill ham,

Sam got syrup, for being sick,

And, got all well, miracle quick,

Sam became a cough syrup spokesperson, and married his sweetheart, Pig Pam.

THE PUKE THAT PUT ME IN JAIL

I washed down a crusty, dry doughnut, with a soda pop,

I started to puke, and was observed, by a passing cop,

The cop took me to jail,

Where I puked in a pail,

My bro, Mike bailed me out, and I went to his crib, to flop.

BASEMENT BOY 2: MAMA BITES BUTT

Basement Boy had a big rat, nesting in Basement Boy's couch,

When Basement Boy's butt plopped down, the rat bit Basement Boy, "ouch",

The rat didn't have rabies,

But, it had ten babies,

Basement Boy talked trash, about the rat, said she was a grouch.  

THE EAGLE AND THE KITTIES, ONE, TWO, AND THREE?

There is a great, big eagle, sitting up in my backyard tree,

He sits there staring down upon, my new cat that I named, Three,

Both my One and Two kitty,

Went missing, what a pity,

Now, I stay close with my shotgun, and the big bird lets Three be.

CAMPING WITH ADJUSTMENTS

I stuck up my tent cabin, in a forest, near a beaver damed,  lake,

I figured for my late night suppers, fish from the cold lake, I could take,

I could side dish, some beans and rice,

I'll add some pepper, for a spice,

Alas, no fish did I take, so I had a rice beans, and bacon bake.

INTERESTING CAKE MY PUPPY LOVES

I use to spruce up my baked cakes, with nuts and berries from the store,

Now I spruce up my homemade cakes, by adding sweeping from the floor,

My cakes aren't what they use to be,

They're only ate by my  puppy,

Hint:  the best chunky sweepings, I find on the mat by the backdoor.

ELECTRIC FAIRY LIGHTS, OR TIKI TORCH? MY KID LIKES ONE, LOTS MORE

I could not find my fairy lights, for my weekend cookout, on the porch,

I looked all through my garage, and settled for those tiki with the torch,

Of course things became dire,

My house burned down in the fire,

Every time my kid sees any fire, the earth she tries to scorch.

WARNING, KIDS:  DO NOT PLAY WITH FIRE

WHEN THE MICROBES AIN'T DEAD

Grandma does not cook the food she prepares, until all the microbes are dead,

That's what dinner guests ponder on the toilet; that's what's going through their head.

Why, to grandma's house go?

When her cooking brings woe?

For some, it's an emergency ride, and a month in a hospital bed.

CRAWDADS AND THE PUPPY

I like to eat fresh crawdads, and put fresh crawdads in my stew,

I add some peppers, and grind some spice, and share my stew with you,

My puppy gets real mad,

If he gets no crawdad,

So, I save him the stinky, rank ones, so he gets crawdads too.

REFLECTIONS OF THE SCHOOL BULLY

I stepped outside my mama's old trailer, and it was very cool,

It was almost June, but I felt like a forever, April fool,

I have absolutely, no friends,

That's how every season ends,

But, I am the biggest bully, and most talked kid about in school.

MEATBALLS AND MOLARS

My ma's fancy meatballs, came out dry, hard and flaky,

They should be like a  moist, soft, chewy piece of steaky,

I did, just all that I could, 

With a stove, heated with wood,

Chewing on my meat balls, has made my back molars achy.

PICNIC 2025

I went and caught some grayling, and I fixed them with a some pinto beans,

I would have flavored them with steak sauce, but for the price, I have no means,

I then, ate some runny s'mores,

Then washed out my facial pores, 

After all that, I pulled off my shirt, and changed out of my skinny jeans.

SAD MISTRESS MAGGIE: HER BOYFRIEND GOT BAGED

My poor, old dog, her name is Mistress Maggie,  

Her crying eyes, her listless ears, are saggy,7

It is my belief,

She's consumed with grief,

Since her boyfriend died; his head, caught in a baggy.

MOM'S WATTLE HOUSE, AND BIRD FOOD

My mom has lived in a little, cozy, wattle house,

Ever since she lost my dear dad, her devoted  spouse,

She lives down by the old slurry,

That dumps into the Missouri,

Mom eats by hunting birds, like pigeons, peckers and grouse.

MAMA GETS HER MEAT

I take better, cheddar cheese, and add a cup of rice,

I mix it up real well, adding in some salty spice,

Sometimes for a big treat,

Mama demands some meat,

Meat is too pricy, unless it comes from household mice.

BEES GIVE US FRUIT, AND DADDY GIVES US MEAT

Soon, all the bees, will become quite dead,

That is what my homeroom teacher, said,

It is the hard working bees,

That stick the fruit to our trees,

My daddy gets our deer meat, with lead.

SOME DAYS, FINANCIAL FRAUD IS HARD

My banker informed me, I'm quickly going broke, it would seem,

Nobody is investing, in my coins that are known as meme

The coins display my pretty face,

They're attractive, in any case,

I spiffed them up with a polish, to bring out their golden gleam .

THE SURVIVALIST

I've got canned hams on order, to survive all the troubles that come,16

I have my still set up, to make many bottles of "thunder rum",16

Yet, I pontificate rhymes,

In these perhaps, final times,

I squirreled away bottles of anti-acids, for my tum, tum.