I CHOOSE THE STINKY VERSE

I live in a universe that has a verse that's parallel,

In one verse my clothes smell clean, in another they stinky smell,

My clothes in one verse, I wash and dry,

In the other, on the floor they lie,

I like best the stinky verse, so that is mostly where I dwell.

VERBAL ABUSE AND I LEAVE

My boots are all covered with wet mud,

Walked into the house; got called a crud,

I have no real common sense,

But I took a big offence,

I left for the beer bar for some sud.

I FINGERED SOMEONE

Someone was picking their nose,

And, wiping it allover their clothes,

Mama got mad,

Nose picker got sad,

I told everyone, and that added to woes.