I SPILLED MY SODA IN MY GOLDFISH TANK, AND MY GOLDFISH, HE DONE DIED

I cried and cried when my goldfish died, because I spilled my soda pop,

In criminal court, I was fair tried, after being arrested by the goldfish cop,

With my pet I won't grow old,

I'm celled in prison, alone, cold,

I am guilty I must confide, because the tank had no pop, stop, top.

BUG BITES AND THE DISAPPEARED

The bugs in the basement are on the crawl,

Soon to be upstairs in the little potty stall,

Then they sneak into the bed,

Bitting from toes to the head,

Biting and biting, until there's no body left at all.

THE BOYSENBERRY GOLDFISH MURDER

A murder occurred in my little frog pond,

Where my goldfish met the great beyond,

I think my goldfish received a poison,

When he was fed the berry boysen,

By my neighbor who was not fond. 

THE DAY OF THE JUNIPER

I walked along a shrubbery ledge,

Then, from my chest erupted a juniper wedge,

Being back stabbed by shrub wood,

Did not feel very good,

I had planed to remove the old juniper hedge.