THE BAT ENTANGLEMENT THEORY.

I am the that little bat that hides behind your bedroom closet door,

I come out at night, and play in your pretty hair, when you start to snore,

Playing in hair is lots of good fun,

Of course, I'm gone by the rising sun,

Sometimes, I bite and scratch the scalp a little, that's why your scalp is sore.

SANTA ATE MY EDIBLE PET

I bought a fat goose and I named him Christmas, so now he is our Christmas goose,

Each morning I kick him out of the kid's bed, and in the backyard, he runs loose,

Christmas tried to run away,

By hiding in Santa's sleigh,

Santa took Christmas to the North Pole, and roasted Christmas in candy cane juice.

PIRATES OF THE GREAT LAKES

Don't walk along the Lake Michigan coast,

Where buried gold treasure is found, the most,

A treasure hunt there, don't try it,

An evil spirit stands by it,

Captain Jean Vien is that merciless ghost.

Pirate Jean Vien, guards many golden treasures,

Treasures people desire to fulfill they're pleasures,

But, the treasures have a price,

So, don't let them entice,

The price is your soul, slowly taken in measures.

TINKERER OF BLOOD

I work fixing pots and pans, through the night,

J cannot take the bright of the daylight,

I am the living dead,

Called, The Vampire Fred,

I'll fix your pots and pans, for a blood lite.

I SNAG A LOT

I went fishing in a river, and all I caught were snags,

So, when I went home with my buddy, he had the big brags,

He caught ten fish, all keepers,

Using lures he called "creepers",

I helped him clean his fish, and seal them in quart freezer bags.

NIGHT TINKER COURT AND THE LIVNG DEAD

I use to be a tinker, and I did tinkering for pay,

I would tinker all night long, and then would sleep, most all the day,

Someone told the town squire,

That I was a vampire,

Now I'm in a jail, but in tinker court, I will have my say.

LIVING FOR FREE UNDER A TREE

I took to living under a big apple tree,

I paid absolutely no rent, I thought it free,

But, it was in someone's front yard,

They had a hound dog as a guard,

I paid the hound dog my biscuit, to let me be.

COFFEE PEOPLE OF AMERICA

I use to go down to the diner, and have a big mug of fresh coffee,

All the townies gathered there, because the second mug was guaranteed, free,

We were town proud, and full of joy,

We gave off airs of townie coy,

Coffee prices blew up; the diner closed; through the window, the ends I see.

GIRLFRIEND, NIGHTMARE AND THE GARGOYLE FELLA

I was having a nightmare about this gargoyle, fella,

He was flirting with my new girlfriend, her name was Bella,

I ordered him to go away,

Then, he bit my arms off, touche,

So, I got a different, new girlfriend, her name was Stella.

MEAT AFFORDABILITY.

I went to buy some fresh, lean beef, but the price was just too high,

I went to buy some deli ham, but the pig price made me cry.

I wanted to buy some fresh fish,

The high price belated my wish,

I tried to buy some turkey, but my credit card said "DENY".  

SWAG BAG AND POLICE DRAG

A famous, retail store gave out some free stuff in a great, big, humongous bag,

The intended result was to make all shoppers feel extremely rich, and "swag",

But, the free stuff was so cheap, cheap,

The shoppers dumped it in a heap,

And, substituted electronic stuff, then riot cops did a cuff and drag.

I CAUSED THE GREAT TINKER TIRE FIRE OF 1988

I love to tinker with a stove pot, or a fry pan,

I patch up their big and small holes, as best as I can,

I tinkered a tire,

But, it caught on fire,

Now, on tinkering tires, there's a government ban.

I RIDE THE WILD BEAR

I walked into a dark, deep cave, and saddled up a big, black bear,

Some call me extremely brave, others think I need a brain repair,

I rode the bear to mum's,

Stoped at a store for gums,

I rode the bear at a steady trot, so mums neighbors, he wouldn't scare.

A POEM FOR MOM

A POEM FOR MOM
100 YEARS
BORN DECEMBER 2, 1925

I wish, wish you were here,
My mom, my friend, my dear,
Friends grow up and go away,
Girls come, but never stay,
I wish, wish you were here,

Mom always knew best,
Knowing peers care, most in jest,
Friends and lovers by night betray,
Mom stands stoic in the day,
I wish, wish you were here,

Now, there's no one casting a light,
I must spend my time in the blackness of night,
While billions of hearts surge,
Their beating melody, my dirge,
I wish mom, I wish you were here.

 LEIGH COLLIN BRANDT

BLOWING SNOW, AND KIN IN THE TIN

The snow piled up on top of the roof, and the whole darn roof came caving in,

It made a horrible, terrifying noise, because the roof was made of tin,

We got more wind blow,

And, in blew more snow

The family is not doing  bad, but we're still missing a couple of kin.

THE BLOWER WITH THE CLOGGED CHUTE

The chute on my brand new snowblower was not shooting any snow,

That was in spite of my snowblower having a good grinding blow,

Ice was caught in the chute,

And, with a kick of my boot,

The chunk of ice cleared the blower, and crashed the car windshield, oh, woe.

"MERRY CHRISTMAS", FROM SANTA CLAUS

I went begging for food at Santa's house, and Santa gave me a job,

He said I had to work to eat, and I should stop being a begging slob,

I had to clean out the reindeer stalls,

Much poop on the floor, more on the walls,

When I finished I asked Santa for food; he said, "eat the poop", oh, sob!

TOILET THRUSTING FOR BLING

I thrust my hand down into the toilet, to retrieve an engagement ring,

It had a big cubic zirconia, Zink ring, and everything,

Granted, the ring was way too small,

Should have bought for a big and tall,

I might have to buy a cheap replacement; I can't afford more nice bling.

I RIDE BEAR

I went into the woods, and saddled a wild bear,

I rode him into town, and tied him up in the square,

At the store, while I was inside,

A guy tried stealing my ride,

The bear ate the guys body, methinks that was just, fair.

I ONLY HAVE THREE FINGERS

You know, I only have three fingers; I only have three toes,

I come from the distant, planet Mars, and that's just how it goes,

We are born, just a small stone,

Then we branch out into bone,

We phase into a rough, tough, hard bod, that's how we beat our foes.

SANTA AND THE FRIED FROG LEG CHRISTMAS

Santa likes his fresh sugar cookies, but Santa loves his eggnog, 

The one thing Santa loves much better, is a fried leg, off a frog,

Some people always scoff,

To take a frog leg off,

Mrs. Claus cuts off the frog legs, then throws the bodies to the dog.