MY UNIVERSE AND DIRTY SHORTS

My entire house filled up with neutrinos, once again,

Someone left the back window open, and they all flew in,

I used some neutrino spray,

And, most of them went away,

But, I found a bunch hiding in the dirty laundry bin.

DEAD DREAMS

I loved playing my dad's trumpet, and hoped a musician, I could one day, be,

When dad died, we moved to grandma's house, and she said my noise made her head dizzy,

Mom took my trumpet away,

She sold it cheap, on eBay,

The one activity I'm allowed, is watching soaps with grandma, on tv. 

THE MOORE FEDORA

My old fedora was eaten away by bugs,

It was given to me by mama, with a kiss and hugs,

It belonged to my Grand Pappy Moore,

He bought it for a nickel, at a store,

I lost my daddy's hunting hat, when it got slimed by slugs.

STAY IN SCHOOL, OR BE A GHOUL

My big sister Trina, became a creepy, sinister ghoul,

That was her default job, because she wouldn't attend her school,

Kids, go to school, work hard and behave,

Or, you'll be digging up someone's grave,

And, no matter what my sister says, grave robbing is not cool.

A FLORIDA IN-LAW CHRISTMAS SPECIAL

I drove down to Florida for Christmas, with my in-laws, the three, nasty bears,

They're my wife's parents, they can't stand me, and her grandma; at me, she really stares.

There was not very much, happy fun,

In-law dad, kept itching his back bun,

Grandma made a voodoo doll of me; stuck it with pins, and cursed me with nightmares.

MY CAT: THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE SMELLS

My big, lurking, gray cat has many wicked, wicked ways,

My cat, Sheila, eats the rats that make my home, their maze,

When I enjoy my night cap,

She will blow farts on my lap,

When I eat tuna melt, she glares, with a murderous gaze.

MY SISTER HUNTS FOR OUR HOLIDAY FEAST

Christmas is coming, instead of goose, we are going to eat rat,

My sister has a BB gun, and she knows where the rats are at,

By day, they're under the floor,

They are sleeping; hear them snore?

At night the rats go where they want, since they frightened away the cat.

RAVE OVER THE GRAVE: MY NEPHEW IS A GHOUL

I wish my teenage nephew would quit his bad habit, and go to high school,

Instead, he digs up body parts in cemeteries, because he's a ghoul,

He and his friends love every grave,

Every Friday,  they party, rave,

When I was young, I avoided graveyards, because they were not very cool.

I CAN'T TALK TO STRANGE PEOPLE ONLINE, ANYMORE

I was forced off of social media, because I am too young,

I'm afraid to play outside, because on my swing I might get hung,

I might be attacked by bats,

Or eaten by some cougar cats,

All the strangers I meet online, are people I feel safe, among.

COME HOME FOR CHRISTMAS, PUSSY CAT

Christmas is coming, I cannot find my pussy cat,

I fear she was scared away by a wretched, fruit bat,

I know she will come on back,

When she misses my old shack,

And, misses the caned tuna, she shares with her friend, Rat.

ONE HOLIDAY (TURKEY AND HAM, THEN WE ALL SCRAM)

My family, does Christmas and Thanksgiving, all in one day,

We get the sentiment stuff all over, so we can go play,

Most like to go ski,

But, that's not for me,

I like riding on my Ski-Doo, unless a tree's in the way.

BUBBA GOT SPELLED

Big Bubba lives down by the foaming sea,

He is a nephew to my bro and me,

Bubba loves beer and chicken,

His girlfriend is Wiccan,

She spelled him, now he only drinks tea.but

CHRISTMAS PAST, REMEMBERED BY A MAN

I liked to feed all the little squirrels shelled peanuts, all winter long,

I got my kids a cool Christmas present, a video game, called Pong,

I would've lounged around with the old wife,

But she was always busy with a sharp knife,

It's  Christmas in '79, when the world was not quite, so wrong.

HOW TO BUY LOTS OF CHRISTMAS CANDY, CHEAP!

I shop for my Christmas candy, when I go to rummage and yard sales,

I only buy the real quality stuff, not sucked on by bugs or snails.

I do not worry about germs,

And, ignore the tiny worms,

Candy is so high in stores, but for less than a dollar, I buy pails.

SHACKING UP FOR THE WINTER, OR FAMILY TIES IN THE RURALS

I bought a shack down in the holler,

I moved in and spread out my squalor,

I decided to let in,

The rest of my kith and kin,

Some cousins must wear a dog collar.

CAT VILLAIN

My grey cat is a villain, a villain is he,

He shredded my curtains, and dropped pee in my tea,

Teasing my pretty koi, 

Brings my cat villain joy,

I wouldn't keep the cat, but for my kid, Little Lee.

THEY DON'T HATCH OUT ALL GROWNUP

I inherited a dinosaur egg; it was really old,

The old egg has been in my family, since a time untold,

Yesterday, a saur popped out,

The kids and spouse all gave a shout,

They named the dino Spanky, because he acted two years old.

I SHOWED UNCLE JOE, THE DOE I GOT WITH MY BOW

I went to the cemetery to visit Uncle Joe,

His tiny headstone was all covered with new fallen snow,

Both of my hands were gloved,

One gave the snow a shove,

I showed Joe a pic of my big deer, no points, its a doe.

BIG BUCK, SON OF THE DEER HUNTER

In my previous life, I was a big, buck deer,

I would run through the big, spruce forest, full of fear,

A hunter shot me,

And, food I did be,

Now, I'm the Hunter's son, and deer season is near.

MY CHICKEN AND THE TWO LITTLE EGGS

My chicken laid two little eggs that I fried up with some ham,

The kids did not like breakfast; they wanted bacon flavored Spam,

They had cereal with sugar,

The youngest one, picked a booger,

I ate the eggs and ham, with toast dripping with blackberry jam.