I have the fortune cookie blues, Because my cookie gave me bad news, At my upcoming weddin' There will be Armageddon, When my in-laws drink too much booze.
Hazel was a very polite cow, She would courtesy if the bull would bow, She would always moo “Hi!” When strangers walked by, She was nice in the here and the now.
Well, I can't lament the month of May, I'm just glad the month has gone away, The kids both got sick, My wife left me for some chick, And, my boss gave me a big cut in pay.
My kitty had a squeaky toy, Shaped like a mouse it brought great joy, On the morn of each day, Squeaky mouse got such play, By afternoon it would really annoy.
There once was a big swam named Sandy. She liked drinking apricot brandy, She went out on the bay, Drank her brandy all day, Then, slept where she found it was handy.
Jim ate some salmon that his ex-wife had canned, Tainted with bacteria, it should have been banned, Jim had the heaves and the squats, The gray tears and red snots, He ached in every bone and each gland.
Mabel made a dish of fresh grouse, She made it for her little pet mouse, The mouse would not eat the dish, He preferred to eat only fish, So, Mabel went fishing for the louse.
My income I need to upgrade, Or, the IRS will be making a raid, For, my income is small, And, my tax liability tall, I wonder how they expect to get paid.
My tax forms are due soon this year, But, cash for taxes well, it just ain't here, I divorced my spouse, Sold my business and house, Still, I'm coming up way short I fear.
There once was a kingdom called Camelot, A greasy spoon diner about marks the spot, They once had a king, Who just liked to sing, He died poor and he didn't have a pot.
I went fishing on thin ice on the river, The ice gave way and I froze my toes and my liver, Now, everything is fine, Though, my liver can't take wine, But, a glass of whisky does ward off the shiver.
When at the green light I did linger, The driver behind gave me the finger, When I stepped on the gas, The finger-driver did pass, Yelling insults for his final zinger.
There once was a really poor poltergeist, Who thought he'd pull off a casino heist, But, since his body was unreal, He couldn't grab much, less steal, Being dead just zapped all his fiest.
The end of February has come at last, It's ranked in a very low caste, Not a favorite month that you'd pick, Unless your mind is real sick, And, Don't remember warm months in the past.
Little Pa Murphy had cows on his range, That had all come down with a bad case of mange, The steaks were laid bare, As the cows lost their hair, The bare cows looked utterly strange.
I love to buy candy on Valentine's Day, I eat it myself and don't give it away, When calories bring such despair, It would be selfish to share, So, I'll unselfishly eat candy and pay.
St. Valentine's day comes up year after year, But, not once on that date I'm with one who is dear, But, maybe sometime, When, I'm long past my prime, I'll sit not alone with my beer.
A hickory nut fell out of a tree, It bounced off my head and pieced through my knee, The doctor said well, You have a thick skull, But, soft in the knee bone I see.
My pet chicken liked to peck at my eyes, And, his pecking gave me so many cries, Now, I give him no passes, I wear safety glasses, He's foiled but, he always tries.
Lynn was a walrus, whose taste buds loved fish, From morning till night eating fish was her wish, Then, one day she ate steak, Chicken dipped for a bake, Now, Lynn just loves to eat any meat dish.
There was a green goblin named Snooki Bear, He liked to give the village a scare, Then, a leprechaun named O'Malley, Fought Snooki Bear in an alley, And, pulled out all of the goblin's nose hair.
Vincent the bartender didn't think so clear, He used a recipe to poor a cheap beer, Instead of tapping a beer keg, He mixed bourbon and nutmeg, The popularity soon made bourbon real dear.
Vincent the bartender just lost his job, His drinks were too strong said the boss-owner Bob, Thus, the profits were low, Vincent just had to go, Weaker drinks made the customers sob.
There once was a pig named Little Larry, He was a bachelor because his nostrils were hairy, No discriminating pig gal, Would make Little Larry even a pal, So, he shaved his nostrils so he didn't look so scary.
Moose Gillies had a happy New Year, He had consumed his own bathtub, brewed beer, But, he brewed it with haste, So, it had a strange taste, Shampoo was what it tasted most near.
In my garden there was a pile of scat, I first thought is was the work of my cat, Then, standing there was a yeti, Which made the pile seem petty, The yeti smiled and gave my bald head a pat.
George celebrated the New Year, By drinking way, way too much beer, He got so sick that he thought he'd die, Meanwhile the months days would fly by, He's not sober and February is near.
There was a pipe smoking gnome, He carelessly burned down my home, They say "live and let live," But, I can't forgive, I'd like to bop him right on his dome.
Christmas day brings joy, Family and Friends visit, Children open gifts, Good cheer to mankind, Good thoughts to keep close all year, Don't forget mankind.
Bob Roy had no time to bake, Any Christmas cookies for Santa’s sake, Bob Roy had frosting in a can but, no backers, So, Bob Roy spread the caned frosting on saltine crackers, When Santa came down Bob Roy’s wood-stove pipe, He was covered with soot and had to wipe, When Santa was done he looked for his traditional eats, His glass of fresh milk and homemade cookie treats, Now, Santa had brought Bob Roy something real nice, It was a homemade jerky maker complete with jerky spice, Old Santa’s belly needed some food and growled like a bear, Then Santa found his gift snack but, could not believe what was there, On the table surrounded with decorations ornate, Sat many colored saltine crackers on a cookie plate, Santa was hungry and could not hesitate, So, all the frosted saltine crackers Santa downed away straight, The saltines were dry so Santa guzzled down his milk, Then he wondered what kind of people? What kind of ilk? Would substitute saltine crackers for cookies anyway? But, Santa knew he had to get back to his sleigh, Santa left Bob Roy the jerky maker so Bob Roy would be happy, Then, up the stove pipe Santa took off feeling kind of sappy, In exchange for a jerky make complete with jerky maker spice, Santa got saltine crackers and he thought he itched a bit with lice.
Jim's homemade pizza didn't taste so good, It tasted like fungus on wet firewood, It was outhouse-like smelly, And, made sharp pains in Jim's belly, It seems the recipe Jim misunderstood.
I tried to climb Mt. Double Bubble, It was not long till I had trouble, The sides were too steep, The river below was real deep, But, I missed the river and landed on rubble. Falling down Mt. Double Bubble real fast, I didn't see my future but, only my past, I seldom behaved real good, I stole and lied when I could, If I'm lucky I'll end up in cast.
My internet connection is so slow, Because I’m cheap I suffer this woe, Phone line connections just stink, They’ve brought my nerves to the brink, I think I’ll just signoff and go.
After baking all day in the bakery where he'd bake, Barry went home with a horrific back ache, He bought an expensive new bed, So, he could sleep like the dead, But, the lumpy mattress kept poor Barry awake.
I ran over my pogo-stick with my old car, Now I can't pogo, jump high or jump far, So, I just thought it was best, To lay my pogo to rest, Some thought my pogo stick funeral bizarre.
I had a giant bat, That lived underneath my sink, It's body was pitch black, But, it's tongue was a bright pink, It liked to lick my forehead, And bite me on the nose, And, when I laid down to sleep at night, It would nibble on my toes, I got use to my big bat, It was like he was a pet, He was not a flying rat, But, a friend that I had met, So, I was not very happy, When my pet bat flew away, I then came down with rabies and, Wished I could make that big bat pay.
I went deer hunting with just a slingshot, My luck was real good, really not, The shot bounced off of the deer, Got lodged in my ear, And, there it must stay till I rot.
I'm not ready for dear hunting this year, I have the wrong kind of ammo it would appear, For some doe I won't trifle, So, I bought buckshot for my riffle, And, the fit is not really clear.
I was lectured a patriotic quote On how I must go out and vote, But, I couldn't check any box, For I shook with detox, And, my flask was in my other coat.
On election day I just could not choose, Whoever won meant that I would then lose, So, I wrote in "Burgers and Fries." For food tells no lies, Except, for judges I voted for "Booze."
On election day I din't capitulate, And, vote for any names approved by the state, So, I wrote my own in, Oh wow, what a sin, I'll be in prison until 3008.
John could not find any socks that matched at all, He ripped his pants and stained his shirt at the mall, He knew his job interview, Went completely phew, When, the interviewer said "I won't call".
I met a black widow spider whose name was Herman, I didn't smack him flat since he bites only vermin, I petted his head, He bit me, I'm dead, My stupid was recalled at my sermon.
Feeble was my little tree, That I had cultivated for history, It was for future generations to see, Of what really mattered to me, It died, the dried leaves made my tea.
Mark was becoming a big fellow, So, he decided to diet on jell-o, But, too much water in the goop, Just made fruity soup, Some Bourbon in the soup made Mark mellow.
Now I have two peppers growing, I hope they're ripe before the snowing, The northern fall, Brings death to all, But, at least an end to constant hoeing.
On Labor Day I don't like to work, Being unemployed gives me that perk, And, who wants the money, When the day is so sunny, Besides, the pay is so low for a clerk.
I went fishing on the Forth Of July, I forgot my bobber so I fished with a fly, I didn't catch a bass hog, Just a floating pine log, With a branch that stuck me in my right eye.
Jimmy thought education was king, He was sure great riches it'd bring, But, after eight years of college, And vast quantities of knowledge, His pockets are empty of bling.
How do fish get water out of their ears, If I’m a fish that’d be one of my big fears, Maybe that’s why fish dart to and fro, And, up and down don’t you know, Erratic behavior, until their condition clears.
There once was a chicken named Cam, She laid eggs that were all full of ham, But, the pigs on the farm, Said ham-eggs did them harm, So, Cam laid eggs full of blueberry jam.
I made some biscuits with cornmeal, I used half the cornmeal so, what's the deal, But, my family said "NO!," My biscuits had to go, Thus, my baked goods have little appeal.