RED NECK LAWN ORNAMENT

Fast forward my little truck, will never, ever go,

The engine won't turnover, and that's pretty, darn slow,

I took it to repair,

That ended in despair,

The car's rusting in my yard, and around it I Mow.

THE TRINKET POEM

I went to the dollar store, and bought some trinkets, on sale.

Ten little tin milk maidens, each carrying a tin pail,

I took my trinkets home,

Wrote this trinket poem,

I'll next eat a little salad made lettuce and kale.

A WALRUS IN THE JUNKYARD

There was a walrus in my junkyard, biting on the good tires,

He liked explosions in his mouth, then he chewed upon the wires,

I doubt the walrus was quite all there,

The exploding tires gave me a scare,

Then the walrus smoked a cigar, and caused some gas tank fires.

THERE WAS A BITTER MAN

There was a man, who was so vehemently bitter,
He attacked all in family over the media called twitter,
He attacked his cousin the monk,
Said his car-dealer uncle sold junk,
He even said his sister was a poor baby sitter.

HOW TO HURT YOUR FAMILY WITH SOCIAL MEDIA LIMERICK

There was a man, who was so vehemently bitter,
He attacked all in family over the media called twitter,
He made fun of  his cousin the monk,
Said his car-dealer uncle sold junk,
He even said his sister was a poor baby sitter.