NO ONE COULD SEE HIS SPEEDO

A hairy bear named Terry, wore his new, sparkling Speedo to the beach,

Nobody saw Terry's Speedo, because bear hair covered the Speedo breach,

Terry cried many tears, so sad,

Terry went home, and told his dad,

Terry's dad said bears can't wear cute human clothes; a lesson, hard to teach.

A FABLE, OR JUST A SLIME TRAIL? YOU DECIDE

I followed a slimy, yellow trail, along a sandy, lake beach,

Could this, become a fable story, that generations could teach?

Just as I became winded,

The trail suddenly ended,

The trail stopped on top of a sidewalk, being slimed by the beach leach.

TRINA STEALS OUR MUSHROOMS

I fried up some fresh picked mushrooms, with onions, in bacon grease,

All knew, if they ate a few rooms, their psyche would be at peace,

Then little Trina came along,

She did all of us, a big wrong,

Trina grabbed the pan of rooms, and ran; our anger will not cease.

MY PRIORITIES ARE BOWLING AND BEER

I sleep away my afternoons,

I sleep away my mornings,

I sick call everyday to work,

Despite my bosses' warnings,

If my financials weren't dire,

I would call my boss and retire,

I would put time into what feels so right,

That is league bowling, at the bar all night.

JOINT COLLABORATIONS WITH CAESAR

I knew this guy named Caesar, and he YouTubed making pizza pie,

I joined him for a joint collab; my food was a greasy French fry,

The pizza turned out good,

My French fry chewed like wood,

We've started our next joint collab; cutting onions without a cry.

EXTRA NUTS PLEASE

I ordered some extra nuts off the net,

They're almonds, the right size nuts, you can bet,

I ordered the real salty,

Goes with my beer that's real malty,

Now with my nuts my weekend's all set.

WHAT DREAD, IT'S GOING TO BE MONDAY SOON

Every single Sunday,

I dread the next day, called Monday,

I can't sit home,

Relax my dome,

Watching TV wearing just my undie.

FLOTILLA PONTOONED

It's name was Flotilla, and that was my boat,

It was pontooned with pop bottles that held air, and could float,

Then way out on the bay,

It sank to the fish bones and clay,

That was the very last thing I wrote.

MY WEEKEND AT THE BIRDBATH

I'm so glad this week is all done,

On the weekend, I'll have plenty of fun,

I'll get lots of fancy dips,

And dip slowly my fancy chips,

While I sit by the bird pool, in the sun.