Mr. Martin had no ticker,
His doctors wondered why, he was not sicker,
Martin swam in the bay,
Ate smoked bacon all day,
At night he drank beer and would bicker.
My toaster did not toast too well,
It toasted mom's toast too toasty to jell,
So, I spread peanut butter,
Then, served it to mutter,
Who, disappointed, gave me a good yell.
Buster was a banjo player, He played the banjo well, But, the only song in his repertoire, Was the Overture to William Tell, Buster could not read or write, He didn't know one note from another, He only learned to play William Tell, From the whistling of his mother, Buster tried to learn new songs, He tried leaning them by ear, But, when he tried to play the songs, His audience would sob, "Oh Dear!" Buster became so frustrated, He decided not to play, He figured music was overrated, So, he sits and dreams all day.
My outdoor toilet was all full of flowers, They grew well after all the rain showers, They were such a bouquet, I just let them stay, My toilet is artwork that towers.
I wrote some real stinky prose, It was so bad it stuffed up my nose, So I punched my keyboards delete, The lines vanished, complete, They are gone where all stinky prose goes.
Quigley's family came from outer space,
They lacked human components like feet and face,
But, the world was fooled,
For the kids were home schooled,
While, the Quigleys dined on the human race.
Ninety-nine minnows swam way out to sea, Then along came a shark, and then there were three, Out of those ninety-nine minnows, three swam back toward the shore, Then, along came a bass, and he ate one more, The last two little minnows decided to date, They made ninety-nine minnows, and I caught them for
I went into the woods hunting for bear, But, a Bigfoot had already been there, He ate all the bears, Except, for some hairs, And then, those hairs were no more than two pair.
Butcher the beagle liked to eat flies, High in protein; those crunchy meat pies, Once he chomped down on a bee, Which made Butcher see, When eating he should open his eyes.
I went to a space station to get some good rest, But, they ran out of peanut butter, so I had to protest, Then, they ran out of spaghetti, That made me one angry yeti, So, out the airlock they sent me as a pest.