CORN COBBY FERGUSON

Mr. Ferguson had a novel hobby,

He carved little ducks out of dry corn cobby,

Selling all but one of his carved ducks

Ferg made over one million bucks,

The one duck that Ferg kept he named Robby.

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I DIDN'T KNOW. THERE WAS A CRAPIER JOB, UNTIL AI TOOK IT AWAY

I was a limericks writer, paid in rubles, plus it was a hob,

Now Artificial intelligence, has taken away my job,

I pick up bottles in ditches,

Get stained and muddy britches,

Just so I get to eat, because I'm now an unemployed slob.

THE WINEMAKER BRAGS AND PUCKERS

My homemade wine was doing fine, until the little flies came calling,

The little flies contaminated my wine, and then I couldn't stop bawling,

The little flies had put me in a real bad place,

Their vinegar wine gave me a pucker-face,

My friends want a glass of my bragged up wine, and I just keep on stalling.