PROGRESS THROUGH CHEMISTRY

I would patron the diner way up on the hill,

It had the pretentious name, The Toxic Chemical Spill,

It was a chemical dump,

Now, I'm growing a bump,

And, the treatments are making me ill.

THERE WAS A GIRL FROM MIDLAND

There was a girl from the Midland mores,
She liked doing dishes and scrubbing floors,
She would work half a day,
She would work for no pay,
Good old mom did most of my chores.