ANTIQUE RAFTING

While I rafted down a creek,
My rubber raft ripped a big leak,
Then dry-shore I tried to seek,
But cold water made me swim too meek,
Soon my washed-up bones will be antique.

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MY LITTLE FISH FARM LIMERICK

My little fish farm sprang a big leak,
Then all my fish washed down to the creek,
Away went my mammon, 
Of fresh farm raised salmon,
Now my dinners will be very meek.

THE DROUGHT SURVIVALIST

All my tomato plants died in the drought,
As did the rest of my garden which made a drought rout,
So, with no veggies to eat,
I'll rely now on meat,
And, the crick has gone dry so no trout.