There was a Praying Mantis named Sid, He stayed most perfectly hid, When a bug came along, The bug had sung it's last song, And, Sid could feed his mom, wife and kid.
Ben made bismarks until he was fired,
He didn't use the filling that was required,
It was such a big waste,
He filled bismarks with toothpaste,
It was not the filling the public desired.
Wendell installed a wood stove, It burned down half his house, He could have lived in the other half, But, he was kicked out by his spouse, Wendell lived out on the street, He was not so very fine, He lost his shoes and had bare feet, But, was comforted with wine, Wendell had it really good, But, made a really big mistake, So, if your heat source uses wood, Install it right for goodness sake.
After baking all day in the bakery where he'd bake, Barry went home with a horrific back ache, He bought an expensive new bed, So, he could sleep like the dead, But, the lumpy mattress kept poor Barry awake.
Miss Short made great rhubarb pie, She ate it in her den, She’d share it with anyone, A neighbor, a stranger or, kin, Miss Long made a rhubarb pie, She could not give it away, She didn’t cook the rhubarb down enough, It was runny like soup most say, Miss Short would not share her secrets, Miss Short’s pie was always the top, Miss Long tried to make more pies, But, they all turned out to be just slop.