MOM UNHAPPY

I fried some corn kernels, in some ghee, and my homemade apple butter,

I poured all the fried corn in a bowel, and I served it to my mutter,

She yelled, and said it was my fault,

For never adding enough salt,

Ma said the kernels were hard, so I gave her a knife for a cutter.

NURSE POUCHIE

My little terrier, has a very kind, pouchIe brain,

He brings me my fluffy slippers, and drags to me my cane,

I lost my teeth to decay,

He chews all my food, hooray!

I depend on Pouchie; nurse care is so hard to obtain.