THE CANING OF THE BRAIN

Every time I hear the word "science", it hurts my wired brain,

Feels like grandpa is beating my head in, with his hickory cane,

So I go out critter shooting,

From the forest I am looting,

And, all the little critter corpses, keeps my thinking, very sane.

A SNOWMAN GAVE ME A DIRTY LOOK

A snowman gave a dirty look right at me,
I tried to ignore him but he wouldn’t let it be,
I asked him to stop,
Then I flagged down a cop,
I’ve been arrested while the snowman is free.

On New Years a snowman gave me a look,
It was offensive is the notion I took,
I had such a desire,
To set the snowman on fire,
I used up every match in my book.