THE CHOPPER AND MY LOST, MANGLED KITE

I flew my kite on one windy day,

Then along came a chopper that cut it away,

The chopper-man gave me a smile,

While all the while,

My kite blew far, far astray.

I knew that my kite was forever gone,

For I waited up waiting from dusk till the dawn,

And, I feared once in the trees,

My kite would be mangled by breeze,

And, pieces spread over somebody's lawn. 

NO BIG FISH TO FISH

No big fish in the lake so, I'm not fishing,

Too much algae so, no fish fry dishing,

Now, in my free time I mow lawn,

Fertilize it at break of dawn,

But, it's time threading worms I be wishing.