I saw a spider-web when I looked outside, It was in my window, over half as wide, I found in the web, A black-widow named Deb, She bit me and that's how I died.
Thurmond's telescope made the news one day, When Thurmond saw spacecrafts heading our way, After networks broadcast his words, The spacecrafts turned out to be birds, There was a crow, a dove and blue jay.
Peter I and Peter II were competitive twins, They also shared both their virtues and their sins, They both had a penchant for mutton, Upon which they each were a gluten, The one that dies the very fattest, I guess wins.
There was a big mailbox named Darren, A box down the street was named Karen, Without a push or a shove, They could never find love, So, their hearts would always be barren. Darren was a mailbox, He loved Karen down the street, Although their hearts were locked in love, Their posts were in concrete.
I say a cheerful hello ten times everyday, But, the reactions leave me in a state of dismay, Words and hand gestures I can't say, An occasional backside display, I guess being cheerful is a job with no pay.
Little thief Edgar stole things starting with the letter "T" Be it a trinket, trombone, tether ball or TV, The item's value he didn't care, He stole for the dare, But thieving led him to profitability.
There once was a little percolator, It made good hot coffee, about ten minutes later, It was understood, That the coffee was good, Unless, you were just a perking hot coffee hater.
Bernie pulled his shoestrings left and right, To make his tennies fit real tight, He moved his belt up a notch, Did the same with his watch, Bernie turned blue, passed out, what a sight.
There was a vampire named Lonnie, She turned her girlfriend named Connie, Together with great ease, They fed as they would please, On the blood of Donny and Ronnie. Lonnie was a vampire, Who lived out in the sticks, No mortal ever found her, She knew her vampire tricks. Ode to Lonnie the vampire, If you found her it was dire, She never thought twice, To bite your neck thrice, Your blood lit her veins on fire. Lonnie the vampire never aged, If you crossed her she was enraged, In hundreds of years she never forgave, Anyone she deemed a knave,
Don't try to atone, She'll break every bone, Then, celebrate with a rave.
A martian stole my grandfather clock, He came all this way and didn't have a tick-tock, It is quite original, Martian time isn't digital, Still, may the thief crash his ship on a rock.
Mr. B has belly cramps, He thinks he got them licking stamps, The stamps were already sticky, With glue that tastes icky, Now, near to the restroom he camps.
Herman was a northern pike, He rode around on a motorbike, When the wind dried his scales, Into a ditch Herman bails, Where he was ate by a bear named, Big Mike.