THE EARLY CHRISTMAS TREE

I decided to get my Christmas tree early,

Because by Christmas they'll all be gone, surely,

I cut it down in the woods,

And against my outhouse it stoods,

But it lost the needles when the fall winds went whirly.

THINGS THAT EAT AND DRINK MY STUFF POEM

Chipmunk ate my cupcake,
Squirrel ate my  asthma pill,
Otter ate my fish,
Rabbit ate my dill,

Bear drank my moonshine, 
River ate my road,
Rust ate my pickup truck,
A tornado ate my abode.