A WALRUS IN THE JUNKYARD

There was a walrus in my junkyard, biting on the good tires,

He liked explosions in his mouth, then he chewed upon the wires,

I doubt the walrus was quite all there,

The exploding tires gave me a scare,

Then the walrus smoked a cigar, and caused some gas tank fires.

A BIG HAIRY BIGFOOT HAD ENTERED MY HOUSE

A big hairy Bigfoot had entered my house,
By the racket, I knew it wasn't a mouse,
But when it shaved in the shower,
And sang with such power,
I knew the Bigfoot was only my spouse.