A SQUARE MEAL FOR A FLY

I made a bread sandwich, included tomatoes and cheese,

I made a fruity desert, included honey from bees,

I made a coffee to drink,

Drank antacid that was pink,

I then left for the big airport for my flight overseas.

FRED THE DRAGON, PICKY EATS

I knew this fire breathing dragon, named Fred,

He wouldn't eat anything, unless it was dead,

In his belly, Fred did carry,

A big, vast pet cemetery,

Fred kept dead insects snacks, underneath his bed.

POTATOISM

There are potatoes in my stew, chilli and all my  soup,

There are potatoes in my fridge, freezer, cupboards, closet, stoop,

There are potatoes in my jelly,

Deep fat fried ones in my belly,

I got rid of my chickens and store potatoes in their coup.