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.

A FUN FILLED EVENING FOR TWO (DATE NIGHT)

With pots and pans, a dinner I'll make,

 Desert will be a choc frosting cake,

I'll then have a nightcap,

Take a night nap,

In the a.m., out the garbage I'll take.

THERE WAS A GIRL FROM MIDLAND

There was a girl from the Midland mores,
She liked doing dishes and scrubbing floors,
She would work half a day,
She would work for no pay,
Good old mom did most of my chores.