LEE'S LINCOLN LOGS

I found some big logs left by my neighbor, Lee Lincoln,

He piled them a week ago, now they are stinkin',

It is not a real surprise,

He who touches the logs, dies,

If you get close to the logs, your eyes will start blinkin'.

THE GREAT TUNA GOD

The great, grand tuna god of elves, trolls and gnomes,

He is always reciting gross, fishy poems,

He likes poems about bass,

Because they rhyme with gut gas,

And, poems about dog fish with rabies and mouth foams.