KNOWING WHEN FAMILY LOVES A MEAL

On the way home from my work, I bought taters, five pounds,

I like my fried taters, and share them with my four hounds,

They love fried potaters,

More than fried tomaters,

I know they love a meal, by their burp and farting sounds.

MY CHICKEN LEG AND GEESE LIMERICK

I sat on a park bench, and did sup with the geese,

I chewed a leg of chicken, then threw them a piece,

The geese all honked and they  hooped

Then on the sidewalk, they pooped,

Oh, the wonders of nature, will they ever cease?

THE CHICKENS IN JEFF'S DRAWERS

Jeff found some chickens in his drawers,
They had ate his marshmallows he had saved for s'mores,
The chickens were hasty,
So, Jeff fried them up tasty,
Then, his after dinner dessert was a Coors.