MY FINGERS HURT

My fingers got soar playing piano keys,

Then I burned them real good drinking cups of hot teas,

Hurt fingers I had,

But, next came the real bad,

I stuck my fingers in a hole, and got molested by bees.

THE TWO LITTLE SILOS SAGA, IN LIMERICK FORM

There were two little silos, sitting as neighbors in a field,

When one silo overflowed, the other would absorb the yield,

Then one day one caught fire,

It burned like an old truck tire,

Now there's only one silo, and he got scorched real bad and peeled.