NO GREETING CARD, JUST BAD NEWS FROM THE BANK

I went outside and got the mail, at the breaking of the dawn,

It was no greeting card, but a notice I was overdrawn,

I went to the bank,

I was in the tank,

No prob, I got stuff to pawn.

SMELLY SOCKS TURTLE, AND CLOCKS

There was an old turtle and he fixed antique clocks,

He charged a big price for fixing real old tick tocks.

With mine, I paid on time,

Each week, paid him a dime,

And promised to darn his old nasty, smelly socks.

I COUNT ON MY FINGERS AND TOES

I do all math using my fingers and toes,

So twenty is the biggest number I knows,

But the landlord wants more,

Than just one single score,

On the street is where I find myself throws.