MY POKY-STICK AND THE BEARS

For fun I'd go looking for bears,

I'd poke them with a stick for some dares,

But, one bear had a trick,

He broke my poky-stick,

Then he ate me and coughed up my hairs.

MULTIPLE STREAMS OF INCOME

My friend lives on a little trust,
He delivers papers because he must
And, burgers he flips,
For cigarettes and tips,
He walks because his car died of rust.