WHEN IT COMES TO MONSTERS, DON'T COUNT ON PARROTS

You never know when monsters are going to get you while you sleep,

I taught my parrot to warn me by yelling "BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!"

Well, last night the monsters got me really, really bad,

They painted on me a clown face that looked so awfully sad,

And, what happened to my parrot who was supposed to go "BEEP, BEEP, BEEP,"

Apparently, he said, "to heck with this; I'm going to go to sleep."

THE BEEF POEM

Beef is a prized and expensive thing,
When a customer buys, the butcher angels sing,
And, the cash register has a louder ring,
Beef is so expensive to the billfold it's a sting,
It's even replaced gold as one's favorite kind of bling,
Beef!

I AM TWICE REVENANT YES, TWICE BACK FROM THE DEAD

I am twice revenant yes, twice back from the dead,
Back from a vast world where deep passions are fed,
Where love ala-carte,
Re-booted my heart,
Now, back in the world of the alone I must tread.

SUPERNATURAL REPUTATION BOAST

Locked doors don't keep out vengeful ghosts,

Or the deities that hate me most,

But, their disdain I bear,

I show that I do not scare,

Such haters is my reputations' best boast.

MY GOLDFISH IS A GOOD PET, NOT!

My goldfish is a nincompoop because poop is all he does,

Except he'll swim to the top of his bowel to eat a piece of fuzz,

I wish for a better pet than he,

For he does not comfort me,

He has no fluffy fur, he cannot pur or, love me just because.

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BIG FOOTS ATE UP ALL THE BEARS

In Michigan it gives me scares,
Here big foots ate up all the bears,
Now will the big foots come for me,
I'm really tender and I think tasty,

Oh big foot, big foot in the night,
Go away, don't cause me fright,
Now that all the bears are gone,
You keep me awake from dusk till dawn,

Oh mighty big foot please go away,
Birds taste a lot better anyway,
Try eating rabbit or maybe deer,
I taste like veggies and smell like beer.

OCTOBER FULL MOON

The October full moon gives Sam a shaking scare,

Sam fears a monster or zombie, instead of just a mean bear,

Sam can't go to sleep,

When Sam's heart races, beep beep,

And, urine-sweat has wet down Sam's long hair.

I'M COMING UNHINGED AS I WALK WITH THE DEAD

Sometimes I'm feeling so cold,

And, up my legs is creeping green mold,

I'm not living they said,

Because I walk with the dead,

Eating the flesh of the young and the old,

So, how did I get in this place?

I got bit by my friend, Robert Ace,

Then, the infection got bad,

Soon I died, it's so sad,

I tried to sue but, no one took my case,

I won't wander for an eternity,

Because my flesh, it rots off of me,

After I've human flesh binged,

My bones will become all unhinged,

And, their nutrients will feed some old tree.

THE AFTERLIFE LIMERICK

Into the dirt or the fires in death we remorse,
To the worms or the ashes, what is our recourse,
Either a worm feces we become,
Or, an old tin urn we pour from,  
Finally, we return to the piles of our source.

CREAM SODA MOON PIES HAIKU

Cream soda, moon pies,
Nutritional? Summer snack,
Lazy days and me.

BIFF THE SNOWMAN WAS KIND OF NUTS

Biff the snowman was kind of nuts they say,
He’d bug people and wouldn’t go away,
If he saw you were busy,
He’d talk you into a big tizzy,
I can hardly wait until it warms up in May.

FIREWOOD, WHAT A STEAL

I found some firewood,

It was in a condition that was good,

So, I loaded what I could,

Ate lunch; an orange and pud,

Then drove back to my own hood.

STRAWBERRY-PIE PLANT PIE

Deep, delicious radiant treat.

My strawberry-rhubarb pie,

Without its luster before my table seat,

I would  crash and die,

Strawberry-rhubarb pie my friends,

Strawberry-rhubarb pie,

The gods created flavors of other things,

 And, I ask the gods "just exactly why,"

Strawberry-rhubarb pie has the absolute taste,

And, no other flavors can remotely compare,

Why waste hours combining various bakery paste,

When, pie-plant and strawberries are the true baker's ware. 

I'M PAYING BILLS ONLINE LIMERICK

Online bill paying has brought me great terror,
For my screen keeps flashing a red "error,"
My bills are all due,
At midnight I'm through,
Late fee e-mails are a real bad news bearer. 

FISH PUDDING PIE

For dessert I made fish pudding pie,
It was so bad that it made everyone die,
Then, when we all met on the other side,
My diners didn't let my cooking slide,
And, walked away without saying goodbye.

I IMAGINE A SUNDAY DINNER

It was a spectacular meal,

Especially good was the veal,

The potatoes were so tender,

My taste buds had to surrender,

Extra cake, I just had to steal.

SNOOKEY THE SHARK LIVES IN GRAND TRAVERSE BAY

Snookey the Shark lives in Grand Traverse Bay,

She eats every swimmer that swims in her way,

But, every Fourth of July,

She eats every swimmer, oh my,

Then, she burps for the rest of the day.

MR. WHEELER'S BANJO BAD

Mr. Wheeler was so banjo bad,
His wrong notes just made sad sad,
So, beat the drums,
Drown those banjo hums,
And, all humanity will be thankee-glad.

JOHNNY IS DONE ITCHING HIS WORMS

Johnny got intestinal worms,

They caused itching and gave Johnny the squirms,

He drank hot sauce for medication,

Destroyed the worm confederation,

Johnny's cured, his not itching confirms.

THE POLTERGEIST PIGS

My pigs became poltergeist haunting critters,
They were all determined to give me the jitters,
Because ham and bacon yesterday,
Was their fate for my pay,
But, their haunting I'll shake off with some bitters.