CHICKEN, GREASE AND BUNNIES

I bought some little chunks of chicken to deep fry in bacon grease,

That's what we'll have for Christmas, because my bird shot missed the geese, 

Although I'm in the habit,

Of eating Christmas rabbit,

The bunnies, this year looked so cute, that I left them all in peace.

WITHOUT FISH, THEY ATE CAKE FOR THE NOONER

Sam and Drake fished all morning, way out on the lake,

To catch enough sunfish for a nooner fish bake,

But noon came too early,

Making Sam, so surly,

They didn't catch any sunfish, so their nooner was cake.

DRINK PARSNIPS, NOT

I had to make a post haste decline,

When I was offered some parsnip wine,

I'm willing to taste,

Wines made from toothpaste,

But vegetable wines cross the line.

TATERS, CHICKEN AND GRAVY

I whipped up for my pet chicken, some gravy,

We both ate lots of it, in the navy,

I got no taters to mash,

Because I ran out of cash,

So we had stale tater chips that were wavy.

WARTS AND PORK BACON

There was a wart, and it would not die,

It was growing on Lenny's left thigh,

The wart grew real big,

Then out hatched a pig,

Then Lenny had bacon to fry.

CY THE LITTLE FISH MEETS GYM

Gym caught a little fish, the fish called himself Cy,

Cy flipped and flopped, he begged, said he didn't want to die,

Gym said, "oh that is nice",

Then added some tart spice, 

And, dropped Cy into the fry pan to fry.

WHAT STICKS IT ALL TOGETHER

My latest four cheese homemade pizza, lies in the garbage bin,

Everyone said it was a vile thing, that wreaks of sin,

I made the pizza from stew,

Of course, I had to use glue,

At least it held together, so I give my effort a win.

POLLIWOG, TO EAT OR PLAY FETCH WITH? THAT IS THE QUESTION

I walked on down to the pond, and there met Mr. Prince Charming,

He had invested his nest eggs into Polliwog farming,

It was just a terrible deal,

Polliwogs have no pet appeal,

As human food, they might look o.k., but their smells are alarming.

FREDDY HAD VISITORS FROM SPACE

A small space shuttle landed in front of Freddy,

The craft landed behind the old crab apple tree,

Two little green creatures,

Who had no facial features,

Picked the apples, then sampled Fred's hair, blood and pee. 

MENU FOR MY DINNER PARTY

There's nothing more nutritious than burnt beans and raw fishes,

Everyone loves it:  guests lick clean their own dishes,

Then a desert of ice cream and tripe,

But the tripe must be ripe,

Finally, the fish bones may be broke granting wishes.

RAW PORK AND ANGELS

I was so very hungry, the noodles tasted real yummy,

They were not at all done, so they were sitting in my tummy,

Then my pig was so raw,

To eat it I done gnaw, gnaw, gnaw,

Now I'm in the hospital, prognosis: they called my mummy.

DINNER WINE FOR CRAWDADS

Larry had a rhubarb farm, and made cherry-rhubarb wine,

His wine tasted really good, if on crawdads you did dine,

It never tasted good with a stake,

And made some vomit, with meatloaf bake,

But, if you stuck to eating crawdads, everything was fine.

MY JAIL TALE

J lost my little star earing, when they put me in jail,

I spent two weeks picking cans up, and I still couldn't make bail,

So there I sat,

Where someone had spat,

Eating beans and rice, instead of tofu and kale.

MY GATOR WANTED MY TURTLE

My pet gator had those food, lustful eyes,

When upon my pet turtle, he spies,

It was a sure fate,

That my turtle got ate,

He tasted good in my soup, surprise.

JERRY THE BEAR

I went to see Jerry at his lair,

I owed Jerry money; he was a bear,

It's kinda funny,

Jerry didn't want my money,

He ate my liver and said, "we are square".

FISHING FOR GIANTS

I was fishing for this giant fish, I named Mabel,

She was two times longer than my dinning room table,

I hooked her on line,

And, all was just fine,

Until, I was ate by her big brother, Clark Gable. 

U ARE WHAT U EAT

I eat so many chippers and kippers,

I'm growing roots and a nice set of flippers,

Chips and kips is all I eat,

Never touch red/white meat,

Or beans that give folks smelly rippers.  

CAN I FRY FISH?

On my fishing trip I forgot my frying pan,

So, off to the store I quickly ran,

But, at the nearby store called Corn Cobs,

They had only sticks for kabobs,

So, I fried my fish in an old coffee can.

UNCLE DALE'S TOE NAILS AND BURGERS

I made me a burger but it was a food fail,

When I bit into the meat I found a toenail, 

Couldn't tell from which creature,

Came the unsightly bod feature,

But nearby were nail clippers, belonging to Dale.

LAKE WOEBE WAS GONE

I went to Lake Woebe and found the lake was gone,

There was not any water, or cabins with green lawn,

There were fish stuck in the mud,

So my trip was not a dud,

The fish were stuck really good; to remove them took brawn.