MY BABY GETS HIS ROUGHAGE

I have a pet raccoon and he eats only pinecones, 

Does not care if filled with peanut butter or stones,

He has rough roughage and while it still steams,

I hear him complain, then he hollers, then screams,

I know that he is all done, when he sighs, and then moans.

BAD AIRS AND CANADIAN CABIN BEARS

I went to Canada to do cavorting in fresh air,

The air was really bad, and I got ate by some bear,

Canada was a no win, 

No going back there to sin,

The bear pooped me out in the morning, in case you should care.💩💩💩🍸

LIFE IN THE WOODS

A woody was pecking a hole in my door,

A rat was gnawing up through my vinyl floor,

Then a buck and a doe,

Smashed through my window,

Next came the lion that ate me; now I'm sore.

CARS AND THE GLOW SNAKE

There was a slithering orange snake in the snow,

He slithered out onto the highway to glow,

When they saw the snow snake,

Each  car hit the brake,

Then sliding off the highway they'd go.

TICKS ARE DRINKING MY BLOOD

I have ticks in my garden and they're drinking my blood,

The lack of blood makes me queasy and I fall down and go thud,

It's a mystery to me,

Why, the ticks attack me,

I go swimming so, I'm not covered with crud.

DEEP IN THE FOREST I SAT

Deep in the forest was where I sat,

I had been ate by a bear and that was that,

I was now just a big pile of wet bear scat,

The bear had piled me tall because I was real fat,

Soon to be absorbed by the thick forest mat.

HAIRS, PEARS, WOLVES AND BEARS

I went out to pick some juicy pears,

And, had to fight off sixteen bears,

Then, a wolf pack gave me meany stares,

I said, "come get me, I double dares,"

They ate my bod from toes to hairs.

RUN AWAY, CLIMB AWAY, BE A COWARD AND LIVE TODAY

Always a coward, I turn and I run,

I feel seeking pain is sick minded, not fun,

With a tiger frontal attack,

And, vicious bears at my back,

I reach for  branches to climb, not a gun.

I FINDS ME AN EARTHWORM

I went looking for earthworms to fish in the sea,

And, me finds an earthworm measuring in feet, thirty-three,

So, I turns to run,

But, that son-of-gun,

Catches and devours me.

     

                                                 The End

ME NEW PET LIVES IN THE WOODS

Such happy days I had with me dog, pet,

When she passed, thought I, another I'd get,

I could afford only a squirrel,

I called his name Earl,

He still lives in the woods where we met.

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