GOT FIRED AGAIN HAIKU

Donut baker job,
I sampled often, boss mad,
No profits, No job.

Fast food, "order please",
Mix up order, wrong change, bad,
Rude guest, rude back, gone.

VICTOR WATCHED THE FIREFLIES LIMERICK

Victor watched the fireflies at night,
He was fascinated by their blinking light,
Victor was not one who thinks,
He just liked those blinky blinks,
Victor was himself, not very bright.

TADPOLES GOT TALENT

Tadpoles, tadpoles swimming in my deep, muddy ditch,

Soon you'll be a choir when, in puberty you'll find your pitch,

But at least all of you frogs,

Won't bark all night like dogs,

And if you're pretty and sound real nice, you might even become rich.

MY ASPARAGUS DITCH HARVEST

In farm ditches there doth dwell,
Wild asparagus to pick and sell,
But, one fine day,
Old farmer May,
Greeted me with rock-salt from hell.

BERT AND THE PAIL ALE

Bert went to pick up a plastic pail,
Bert had been drinking way too much ale,
Bert slipped and he fell,
Now all is not well,
Bert has a badly busted up tail.

Bert liked to keep his ale in a pail,
He bought 40oz bottles when they were on sale,
He'd drink beer like punch,
For breakfast and lunch,
By dinner he'd sing and regale.

FOUR WITCHES, A BROOM AND A BEAR

Four witches fight over a broom,

They each want to take it zoom, zoom,

Then, along comes this bear,

He grabs the broom, holds it in a dare,

Then, he rides it off into the sunset vroom, vroom. 

THE CURSE OF SPIDERS

In my trailer by the bay,
The menacing spiders won't go away,
The spiders bit upon my lip,
Upon my fingers, belly, hip,
The curse of spiders and I obey.

MY RICH UNCLE BOUGHT AN IMMORTALITY MACHINE

My rich uncle bought an immortality machine,
I am sure that he did so because he is mean,
My inheritance is gone,
And all my stuff I must pawn,
While my uncle lives forever it would seem.

FITTY WAS WITTY BUT NOT WITH HIS NUTS

There was a squirrel named Fitty,

His contemporaries thought he was witty,

But, he picked his nuts way too green,

His belly ached nasty and mean,

Instead of accolades, he only got pity.
 

THE SURVIVALIST POEM

I decided to be a survivalist,
So, I moved out to live under the stars,
But, there is just this tiny little twist,
I happen to be living on Mars,

The air on Mars is not so good,
And, there isn't much to eat,
And, good luck finding firewood,
A drop of water is a treat,

Perhaps I'll move to another place, 
To show I have a survivalist pattern,
I won't give up and show disgrace,
Instead, how challenging could be Saturn?  

MY OLD CAR I CANNOT TRUST

My old car I cannot trust,
The engine belches out green dust,
And when it's running you had better pray,
That it will stop somewhere, someway.

Many say it needs new brakes,
Maybe valves or air intakes,
My own concern is for the driver's door,
It is missing like the floor,

JIM'S ROTTEN POTATOES

The taters Jim raised have all become rotten,
He stored them last fall and they were forgotten,
He stored them under his bunk,
Where they stink like a skunk,
He still ate them and now he's gone trottin'.

IT'S NOT DANDRUFF IF IT'S MOVING

It's not dandruff if it is moving,

If back and forth the spots are grooving,

Best call for some pest extermination,

Or, your scalp will house a new generation,

While, poison resistance keeps improving.

DON'T MARRY A YETI OR YOU MAY END UP SPAGHETTI

Bob the lumberjack married Betty,

She was a Northern Canadian Yeti,

Although, Betty loved Bob from her heart,

She tore his torso apart, 

For meat to flavor spaghetti. 

DENISE AND BACON LIMERICKS

There was a girl named Denise,
Her favorite food was bacon grease,
As for the bacon,
She found it chewy and forsaken,
But the tasty aspects of grease gave her peace.

Denise loved her bacon grease it is true,
She liked to sniff it like model airplane glue,
With her sister's she'd wage war,
During breakfast and times more,
Denise loved bacon grease rancid or new.

MOLDS AND SPORES

My home is full of poisonous molds and spores,

The county condemned it and padlocked my doors,

So, I was moved to the coup,

The one with chickens and poop,

I guess it's cleaner to live on dirt floors.

THE ECLIPSE OF THE BLOODY RED MOON

I and my love were engaged, doing spoon,

When we were frightened by that bloody, red moon,

We both wet our britches,

Before we leaped into ditches,

Then the moon disappeared, none too soon.

MY PUPPY NAMED DUMPY LIMERICK

There was a puppy named Dumpy,
He got that name because his owner was grumpy,
But, Dumpy had a great disposition,
That got Dumpy an executive position,
The success of Dumpy made his owner real jumpy.

A LUNAR ECLIPSE LIMERICK

I once saw a lunar eclipse the moon,

The lunar was big, ugly like a baboon, 

He swallowed the moon whole,

Then scratched off a face mole,

Then he spit the moon out, half past noon.

AFTER THE PARADE

After the parade when the sparklers all fade,

And the tourists go home to their shacks,

Then around the campfire sits a marshmallow choir,

Singing songs of the lake monster's attacks,

Among the people up here, the lake monster they fear,

More than sharp points on some deadly dear racks,

And when that monster comes near the roar that you hear,

Will sound like ten thousand duck quacks,

But, alas the monster has never been clearly seen,

Some say he's brown, some say he's green,

Some say he's a fish with monstrous gills,

Some say he's a porcupine with carnivorous quills,

Of course, all I'm saying is the monster is mean,

All I'm saying is he eats meat and never soybean,

All I'm saying is stay away from the water at night,

For dark is his domain and may ours be filled with light.