A REINDEER FOR CHRISTMAS

All of my kids demanded a real, live pony for Christmas, this year,

Ponies have become way too pricey, so I bought a nice, sweet reindeer,

It's nice to pet; fur is soft as silk,

It's a girl, so the kids get milk,

When she dies, I'll roast her in the oven, marinated in root beer.

ICE HONEY HOLIDAYS

In Michigan, we have in the winter, what we call, snow bees,

They hibernate in summer, and in winter make ice honeys,

The public wallet is the jurist,

Ice honey is a fav of tourists,

Ice honeys are made, until it's time for chocolate bunnies.

GUPPY JERKY

My fish tank was so full of guppies, they flopped onto the floor,

They'd dry and my kitty would eat them, then looked around for more,

The guppies dried; became jerky,

A chewy husk that was quirky,

I started selling jerked guppies, on all of my online stores.

NO PEAS, WATER AND BARLEY FOR FARLEY

My newest, best friend, Giggles Farley, 

Many claimed, he liked to make parlay,

But, he wouldn't speak,

Wouldn't open his beak,

He missed getting pea soup with barley.

RETURN OF THE DILL PICKLE DIET

I just took a look at my stacks of bills,

I kind of got the sad, Willy, weird, chills,

To feed my sweet, cute face,

I overspent, disgrace,

I'll return those big jars of pickled dills.

SCHOOL LUNCHES: WHAT'S IN YOUR MEATLOAF?

What happened to the animals in the zoo?

When they closed the old zoo, some animals flew,

Other animals, it's said,

Became a stew, for dipped bread,

That news made many little children, boohoo.  😭😭😭😭😭

EGGS: NOT FOR DINNER

I bought a dozen large, chicken eggs,

Inside, I found beaks, eyes, guts and legs,

Near as I could tell,

These eggs were not well,

The store won't take them back, though I begs.

THE PRICE OF BEANS IN MANCELONA

I went to buy a small can of beans, in the Mancelona town,

I wanted a can of red beans, but all the beans were kind of brown,

I bought a can of brown beans,

High priced, but I had the means,

I went home and ate my pricy beans, then put on my bedtime gown.

MY NOODLES TASTED LIKE FOOT BOOGERS.

I got very hungry, and needed something for a noontime eat,

I went to a store, and tried buying a teeny piece of raw meat,

Although the meat came from groins,

The price was more than my coins,

I bought a pack of old noodles, that tasted like someone's gym feet.

I'm An Unappreciated Baker, So Screw Them

I made a pie full of strawberries, but the berries were not ripe,

The pie was extremely tangy, and everyone had to gripe,

That's the last pie,

Until I die,

Instead of feeding the family, I'll relax, and smoke my pipe.

I CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS WITH BELLY TREATS

Every single Christmas, I get fired,

It is never quite the Christmas, desired,

But, I got a nice big stash,

A coffee can full of cash,

I'll buy some pop and cookies, and get wired.

JUST LIKE MY GRANDMA, I KILL WITH GREASE

I spent a lifetime making sandwiches, dripping with grease,

I will never find in my demise, an eternal peace,

I invented the heart flopper,

Eventually, heart stopper,

Now, the nightmare of my great guilt, will not cease, will not cease.

PETER, TURNIPS AND HIS MA

Peter picked his big, sweet turnips, from the ground they swelled within,

Peter picked them in the morning, and placed them in his turnip bin,

Peter fried the turnips in grease and butter,

Then he fed them to his grinning, old mutter,

She would say "that a boy", as hot grease and drool dripped down her chin.

MY TURKEY GAVE THE TOWNSHIP THE BIRD

I had the biggest turkey in the village,

So big, that they raised higher, my tax millage,

But, on turkey cook day,

The big turkey got away,

And, the town square rose bushes, it would pillage.

MY INHERITANCE ON A LIMERICK

I found an old limerick, laying on the kitchen floor,

I picked it up, and it had ground into it, something more,

It was a fried potato skin,

I ate it, and began to grin,

It was one my old grandma made, way back in '94.

THE HUNTER AND THE GATHERER.

I went blackberry picking, and dropped a blackberry upon the ground,

I bent over to pick up the berry, and heard a bear growling sound,

I screamed loud, and then got mauled,

For help, I forever called,

Then the bad bear bit into my bloodied arm, and dragged me all around.

WHEN DESPERATE, YOU EAT THE SKIN

I dug taters out of the ground, so I could have some dinner,

Just one tater came from the hole, it was massive, a winner,

But, it was full of worms,

I had come to terms,

I fried the peels in bacon grease, I was a tater skinner.

WICKED CHILI

Looking under his chair, Jim found himself, a piece of chili,

It was only a single bean, it was furry and frilly,

It tasted uncouth,

It poisoned a tooth,

It made Jimmy have a  sore belly; his colon felt silly.

HOLIDAY IN PORTUGAL

I went to Portugal to buy some stringy cheese,

While I was there, I bought honey made by some bees,

I ate some cooked, ground pork,

Drank wine; it had a cork,

Ordered a cherry pie, but it had to unfreeze. 

THE PILGRIM MADE PROGRESS, UNTIL...

There was a young pilgrim at my front door, 

He delivered cranberries from the store,

I paid him a tip, 

Away he did skip,

He fell on his butt, and I bet he was sore.