Moose Gillies would brag and would boast, About his annual summer corn roast, But, this year he got bent, When in the fire the corn went, And, was burnt blacker than his wife's turkey breast roast.
There was a clog in my kitchen sink drain,
While under my sink the pipes leaked stinky rain,
Then, my floorboards got soft,
And, I plunged down from my loft,
To visit neighbors, who asked me to explain.