FROM BALER BOY TO TRUCK UNLOADER: THE AMERICAN DREAM

My feet are swollen, my back bones aches, and my legs are throbbing, sore,

My body and my work environment, are in a constant war,

I load and unload semi-truck trailers,

A step up from running cardboard to balers,

My boss, all day, says to pick up the pace, or I'll be out the door.

A PIRATE DINGY

Tilly raised his pirate flag, above his dingy, that sat out on the bay,

When Tilly rowed toward a victim, they would lift up anchor, and drift away,

Tilly was not a great pirate skipper,

Never got loot;  some gave him canned kipper,

At night, you can still hear someone rowing, it's Tilly the pirate, some say.

THE CORN EATING DRAGON

A dragon ate every ear of corn in each field,

That greatly reduced the gross domestic cornfield yield,

We sent him a kind letter,

Asked that he behave better,

It was to his better dragon angels, we appealed.

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