THE WHIMSICAL LIFE CYCLE OF BELL FISH

Bell fish are swimming and mating, way out in the bay,

They go ding and they go dong, and they ding dong all day,

Baby bell fish are chimes,

They tinkle many times,

But, those poor baby bell fish, are food for the blue jay

BLOOD SUCKED AND THEN TEA

There was this vampire, he hung down from an oak tree,

Everyone who passed got a little neck bitey,

Blood flowed like a river,

Which made givers quiver,

They would pass out, but would make it to the next day's tea.

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THE HILL OF THE BIG, BAD BOULDER

The enormous, big, bad boulder, came rolling down the hill,

It took out my camper, it was a total camper kill,

I had not any place to stay,

Slept in my sleep bag on hard clay,

I was in both grief and pain, but had no aspirin pill.

DON'T LOOK, IT'S ANTHROPOCENE

I've heard I live in an epoch called anthropocene,

I looked for dinosaurs, but none have I seen,

I guess it's human caused,

And not easily paused,

I just hope snails won't grow big, and turn mean.

MY HOME AND MY BOAT: ONE DON'T STAND, ONE DON'T FLOAT

The big rain storm hit so hard that my boat went sinkin',

My house collapsed down the hill, like the logs of Lincoln,

It rained over 10 inches today,

And, with the tidal wave off the bay,

I hope my insurer has a check, that it's inkin'.

DRIED DILL DOWN THE HILL

It rained so very much, that mud went sliding on down the hill,

Along with my shack, and dozens of dried bundles of dill,

It was a disaster, complete

I had no place for my seat,

And the neighbor association, sent me a moving bill.

DISASTER, A MICHIGAN STORY

I about had a heart attack,

When the wind blew down my little shack,

It's the past, I won't look back

Lots of firewood to stack,

I'll winter warm, though walls I'll lack.