BEST TASTING THING IN THE GARDEN, THE GNOME

For family dinner, I cooked a small, garden gnome,

When I fried his little giblets, he begged to go home,

"I'm awful hungry", I said ,

" Your prolly already dead",

Then his greasy giblets, started to pop and to foam.

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THE VOLES ARE COMING

My home has been overrun by cruel voles,

The cruel voles have nefarious goals,

They have a bear army,

Most vicious, not charmy,

Seizing my hen house, while harvesting souls.

BLIND TO WHAT LIES AHEAD

The fog was so thick, it blinded my eyes,

On the road ahead, I did not know what lies,

Well, it was a bear,

A grizzly affair,

The bear pulled me from the wreck, ate me, so I dies.