A FLYING FRY CAN PUT OUT AN EYE

The meal I made had become weaponized,

The kids were fighting each other with fries,

Surrounded by missile booms,

I sent all kids to their rooms,

I stand determined that nobody dies.

RECKONING FOR THE DOOR AND HEAD

When I get real sleepy, I lie down on the soft, carpet floor,

Hoping I don't get hit in the head, when someone opens the door,

My brother is a mean, door geek,

He booped me in the head, last week,

I let the dog pee on his bed, I think that evens the score.