A LAXATIVE AND THE THROWN

Poor old Professor Max,

He consumed way too much lax,

He is stuck to his thrown,

Calling for help on his phone,

While his bowels play Yackety Sax.

DUMPED BY PHIL, GREW WEED OF DILL

I got depressed when I got left by my Phil,

So I got me some dill seeds and grew me some dill,

My licenced dill farm,

Done no one no harm,

 Till I powdered the dill weed and made a thrill pill.