THOUGHTS ON THE MAGIC FLUTE

I went to the old opera house to see The Magic Flute,

Mozart made that opera, and it became a hot times, toot,

People still turn out, in this age and day,

To watch fancy dressed singers, sing away,

Mozart should be proud of his long, lasting work; such fun, a hoot. 

MOZART'S TOOT AND SUPPER

I went to see the Magic Flute,

It's a nice, catchy Mozart toot,

When I left, I stoped to eat,

The food smelled like fungal feet,

Then, I barfed upon my suit.

PORCH PIRATES COME CREEPING

My neighbors are porch pirates, who wait until I'm sleeping,

Then up to my door, they come a creeping,

And when I confront an offender,

They don't surrender,

They just tell me my package, they're keeping.

DOCTOR SISTER DROOLS AND SLURPS AND BURPS AT LUNCH

I wish my sister would stop slurping and drooling,

For my lunch appetite is rapidly cooling,

At age 45,

She won't leave ma's hive,

Although sis has much advanced degree schooling.