FROM MOSS TO SNOW TO GLOW

My trailer's room is covered with snow,
So, up there no more moss will grow,
Now, the whole thing's a toss,
I've got snow but no moss,
And, moonlight spanks my roof with a glow.

FRESH TUNA FROM THE BEACH

I go down to the beach to pick up tuna, 
I work under the light of old Luna,
And, although the tuna is rotten and dead,
They keep my family fed,
But, sometimes I must fight with a  raccoona.