I'VE GOT A RESIDENCE, FOR NOW

It was a little house on a big  city lot,

No one was home, so I decided, make a squat,

I lived there a whole year,

Then happened, my worst fear,

Home came the owners, so I'm in jail on a cot.

A POACHED PHEASANT TASTES GOOD WITH WINE

The Earl got his mail delivered, but it was not pleasant,

The Earl got a fine, for poaching a little pheasant,

The pheasants name was Daniel Bill,

Tasted great, when the wine got a chill,

The Earl paid his fine; sent his maid, so he was not present.