BEARDED IRIS IN THE SNOW

I spied a bearded iris in a sea of white snow,

I couldn't imagine what made that lovely iris grow,

The cold made me sneeze, hack and cough,

It should have killed the iris off,

Then a fawn stoped and ate it, watched over by a doe.

SQUIRREL FOOD

I shot a squirrel that was up in a tree,

I will eat squirrel meat, when I have my tea,

You know what's what's,

I found his nuts,

I will chew on his nuts, when I watch tv. 

THE HILL OF THE BIG, BAD BOULDER

The enormous, big, bad boulder, came rolling down the hill,

It took out my camper, it was a total camper kill,

I had not any place to stay,

Slept in my sleep bag on hard clay,

I was in both grief and pain, but had no aspirin pill.

SPAWN, THE LIMERICK

Seven big, pretty salmon swam up the Betsy River,

Each salmon carried a package they had to deliver,

If each one gets their wish,

They will make baby fish,

Adding another DNA arrow to their quiver.

SQUIRREL PROOFED AND FREEZING

I squirrel proofed my bird feeder and made the squirrels mad,

They smashed up my solar panels, and smashed them up real bad,

Now I have no heat inside,

I'm freezing, but have my pride,

But, the birds shared the feed with the squirrels, that makes me sad.

GEORGE BUILT A TEMPLE

George built a small temple, to worship a big tree,

It was built out of the wood, called mahogany,

George worshipped a white pine,

It had needles, real fine,

George boiled the needles to make vitamin tea.

STACKS OF SNACKS PLAN, GOES AWRY

Jimbo liked his potato snack,

He bought them by the case to stack,

But, then one day,

A flood took them away,

Now, the snacks feed the critters that go "quack, quack".

MY DECOMPOSING POEM

When I was laying deep down in the ground,

Many thousands of earthworms came around,

Then the maggots hatched out,

They squirmed all about,

Soon not a trace of me was left to be found.

DEAR CAMP.TWO (Nature Does That Reckoning Thing)

I went to dear camp and I got a big scare,

My face was chewed off by an old grumpy bear,

I tried running,

But the bear wasn't funning,

He made me a scat pile of bones and red hair.

DEAD GREENS IN THE LAND CALLED ZOO.

DEAD GREENS IN ZOO MICHIGAN

My garden grew and grew,

Then it was suddenly through,

The frost stopped by,

Made my greens all die,

And it's June in KALAMAZOO.

THE BALLAD OF HAPPY PARKER, MAN OF THE SOUTH

Parker liked eating possum,

He baked it in his pie,

Parker liked his possum sandwiches,

On whole wheat bread, never rye,

Parker had the hiccups,

Parker had the farts,

Parker couldn't play baseball,

But was really good at darts,

Parker had a brother,

He smelled like fishy-trout,

Parker threw him in the river,

The gators ate his belly out,

Parker had six daughters,

Parker had an apple tree,

His daughters made apple wine for him,

So Parker was happy.

I SHOWED THE MOSS JUST WHO IS BOSS

My roof was all covered with moss,
So, some fertilizer I gave a toss,
The moss dried up and died,
And, I take belligerent pride,
In showing moss just who is the boss.