RELAXING IN MY TINY, NEW HOME

I built a tiny blue house; it was way, way up on a hill,

I could afford only one window, and just one windowsill, 

I enjoyed my new hut,

I consumed a doughnut,

I watched YouTube, went to bed early, taking one purple pill.

UNCLE JOE'S RETREAT

Poor, old Uncle Joe could never find romance,

Joe became an expatriate, to South France,

All the day long,

He'd hum his song,

At night there was karaoke, before the dance.