MY HILLTOP BRICK FORTRESS SURVIVED THE END OF THE WORLD

I use to live on a we!l paved, county road, now the road has been washed away,

A monsoon has gifted me waterfront property; water flows to the bay,

My lowland neighbors were not too bad,

They all left on rescue boats, eyes sad,

I built my safe place upon a high hill, out of bricks made of hot fired clay.

MY HOME AND MY BOAT: ONE DON'T STAND, ONE DON'T FLOAT

The big rain storm hit so hard that my boat went sinkin',

My house collapsed down the hill, like the logs of Lincoln,

It rained over 10 inches today,

And, with the tidal wave off the bay,

I hope my insurer has a check, that it's inkin'.

I AM A SMALL SPIDER

I am a small spider that got washed away,

Now I am stuck on the ground, in the wet clay,

So I'll swim like a duck,

Climb up from the muck,

Build me a web, and there my eggs I will lay.

REVENGE OF THE DAMNED

A beaver put up a dam,

It flooded just where I am,

Because of what he did,

It cost me many a quid,
But, some dynamite gave his dam a bam!!!

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