MY FRIEND CHARTREUSE

My friend was a booger named chartreuse,

He was born in a nose and then came loose,

He lived 40 years,

Under an eyeball, catching tears,

He was buried with his maker when his maker got the noose.

 

EPITAPH OF THE PLASTIC FACE RACE

There once was a planet, way out in space,

They loved their plastics, even put them in their face,

But plastic poisons the inside,

All life died, planet wide, 

That's how it ended, for the human race.