I PRAY FOR THE VOLE

There was a vole under the snow,

He ate the bark on my trees, the trees died and wouldn't grow,

I tried forgiving thoughts but, my thoughts at best,

Labeled the vole a nasty pest,

I do pray that the vole finds eternal rest.

I FROZE MY NOSE

I froze my nose,

Then, off it goes,

My new nose is steel,

No sunburn, no peal,

 I still snore when I doze.

WITH NO DEATH STICKS IN THE QUIVER, IT'S FAST DOWN THE RIVER

My bow has no quiver with death sticks to deliver,

I stand harmless in the snow with a shake and a shiver,

Along comes a buck with a large rack on his head,

It is all pointy points so, methinks I'll be dead,

The beast stabs at me in my kidney, heart and liver,

I step backwards and fall into the Manistee River,

Fast down the river my limp body works its way,

Until, it rests in a hole beneath wood, stones and clay.

THE IDES OF MARCH COME THIS WAY

The Ides Of March come this way,

With so many ex-wives I fear I am prey,

They have long memories, my wives,

 I fear their long knives,

For like Caesar, I'll become a fillet.

PLASTIC BEADS FOR MY NEEDS

I am an investor in plastic beads,

They are the savings for my future needs,

I know my investment is sound,

For they weigh up by the pound,

Soon, I can buy me a shop that sells meads. 

NINE WERE WOLVES AND TEN WERE PIGS

Nine were wolves and ten were pigs,

Nineteen souls dancing four-legged jigs,

The wolves made their call,

The pigs could only bawl,

The wolves finished the night eating pork stuffed figs.

 

A RIDE ON THE PRISE

I took a trip in a spacecraft called Private Enterprise,

The smallness of Earth really opened my eyes,

I then threw up my spaghetti,

Thought I saw a mama yeti,

And, I blacked out before I entered Earth's skies.

AI MEANS COFFEE MAKER GOODBYE

I upgraded my coffee maker so it now has AI,

If the coffee tastes bad I can ask the coffee maker"why?"

Then, one sobering day,

My coffee maker ran away.

Moving in with another coffee drinker guy. 

TWO STRAWBERRIES WALKED INTO A BAR

Two strawberries walked into a bar for some rye,

A man with a bag of rhubarb gave them the eye,

The man then rolled out some dough,

The strawberries did not want to go,

But, they ended up in a strawberry-rhubarb pie.

THE FEBRUARY BRIGHT LIGHT

On the last day of February I saw something yellow and bright,

Then, a voice beyond the grave said, "walk into the light,"

 The voice I didn't know,

But, I was ready to go,

Then, I got hit by a car now, it's night.

TWO DEER WALKED INTO A BAR

Two deer walked into a bar,

They wondered who owned the red car,

It had run down their bud Jack,

The driver didn't even look back,

The deer carried feathers and tar.

I DREAM NO SNOW BUT, WHAT WILL I REAP?

I dream of long, long ago,

When I was not buried in all this snow,

When the sun gave off a warm, golden glow,

And, heating my home didn't take all my dough,

 I long for the world when the weather was better,

I cursed those hot days now, I'm a regretter,

Those days I did not wear sweater upon sweater,

And, worry my kitty may freeze because he's a bed wetter.

So it goes as I am freezing,

And, every breath I tend toward wheezing,

With a bronchial cough and sinus sneezing,

I greatly fear the grim reaper is teasing.  

AN ANGEL PLAYING IN THE SNOW

I thought I saw an angel out playing in the snow,

Alas, it was just a neighbor trying to get his blower to blow,

I'd loan him my snow shovel,

But, the snow caved in my hovel,

Now, everything I ever owned was drifted down below.

WINTER LEGEND OF THE SUN

People talk about a hot star called the sun,

It's just a legend told to children for fun,

For the gale winds full of snow,

Is all that we know,

Winter is our season; only one.

 

A VOLE IN THE HOLE

A little vole climbed into my ear hole and ate my brains like candy,

After the feast, that little beast relaxed with a fine glass of brandy,

As a brain lacking sinner,

I think only of dinner,

Although, for some reason all I eat seems quite sandy.

TIGHT PAIN

Poor old Mitchel lacked in brights,

That's why he wore too tight his tights,

Fed to his brain,

Was constant pain,

Worse than his gig playing knights.  

A BACKWOODS HELLO

In the backwoods the language of gunfire go,

If a bullet hits you it means one thing; a miss means hello,

Don't bother to run,

For every cos has a gun, 

And, while in their crosshairs you'll be moving too slow.

MY BANDCAMP DAYS WHEN I WAS 8 YEAR OLD

I went to band camp and got spanked on the rear,

It was because I didn't know Brahms'  birthday was near,

Then, I got a hot shower scaldi,

Because, I misinterpreted Vivaldi,

And, my Bach chamber music brought tear. 

THE FUTURIST

I don't think there is any truth hidden deep within a dream,

Nor do I think future signs ride through space on a sunbeam,

I don't believe in ghostly boards,

Nor seeking truth in wind blown chords,

Those who do the selling, divine a fortune from these schemes.   

CHRISTMAS TOYS ARE ALL BROKE BUT, MY BIRTHDAY COMES NEXT

It's been only six days and I've broken up all my toys,

I guess I should not have been on Santa's list of good boys,

Now, my birthday comes next,

I've sent my wish list via text,

Reminding how my good virtues spread joys.

SKILLS VS. BILLS

I went to a school to get me some skills,

But, the school just took all of my one dollar bills,

Now, it's worse than before,

I am even more poor,

And, can't afford my prescribed psycho pills.  

THE PONTOON VIKING

On my pontoon boat I went raiding with Vikings,

We plundered Russia, and England and France,

Now to the rough life I've taken the likings,

I drink mead with the vikings and dance,

My pontoon boat goes a bit faster,

Than the viking ships that are rowed across the seas,

But  sometimes I fear a disaster,

When I can't find my one set of keys,

We all get a share of the plunder,

But I'm never amongst the first ones on the shore,

Those that are receive spears, arrows then, hear thunder,

When, they awake in Valhalla with Thor,   

Of course my income is not very steady,

In truth, my pickings have always been lame,

But I'm keeping my pontoon gassed and ready,

To rejoin the viking plunderers' game.

 

 

THE SPIDER ROYAL RIVALRY

Vanderbilt was the spider king,
He knew so cause he had the royal ring,
But, he got caught in a web,
Spun by his big sister Deb,
Now, she claims to be queen with her bling.

ASTRONAUT FLAGELLANT GAS

I was an astronaut who passed flagellant gasses,

Which disturbed the gravitational masses,

So, they sent me out the airlock,

Where the supply ships come to dock,

Where I'll stay until all the disturbance passes.

ODE TO THE 100 ROCKBASS

100 rock bass were on the highway flopping, 

No vehicles showed respect by swerving or stopping,

So, as the fish were smeared over the road,

I composed them an ode,   

In rhythm to the rock bass bladders popping. 

JOHN'S COLORED GUN POWDER COLLECTION

John collected colored gun powder because it was pretty,

He displayed the powder in clear jars to tell guests he was witty,

But, John's chosen display space,

Was over his wood-stove fireplace,

They found John's body but, just a bitty.

MY GROCER, HIGH PRICES AND ME

I went to the grocer but his prices were high,
I said with my small budget those prices wouldn't fly,
The grocer said, "my costs have gone wild,
I built a new mansion that's styled,
My builder gave me a similar reply."

ELECTION GOAL LIMERICK

Most in the press make the wrong assumption,
They think we want government destroyed by revolt and injunction,
But, just listen please,
People want an end to the sleaze,
No revolution, just an end to corruption.

THE BLUE SKY RAIN BLUES

The rain poured down from a sky that was blue,

There wasn't a cloud so I thought the rain was untrue,

But, right overhead,

An air plane had just shed,

It's potty water, I rue.    

A VAMPIRE IN MY CARPET

When I walked through my carpet my bare feet got lots of bites,

I was not sure if they were ticks or fleas or maybe spider mites,

I went to my doctor and asked what had bitten me so bad,

He said they were baby vampires and, vampire bites was what I had, 

Then, I died and became a baby vampire living in carpet on the floor,

Now, I bite bare feet all day and live for nothing more,

It would not be so bad but, the bare feet most often smell,

So, I'm a baby vampire living in an aroma haunted hell. 

WATER UNDER THE MOP

I finds this bucket I can use with my mop,

So, on the floor soapy water over bucket I slop, 

But, the water seemed thick,

And, my floor tiles waned sick,

As floor tiles gave us a direction to pop. 

COFFEE RATS

In my coffee I found nuggets colored brown,

And, I bought my coffee when I was downtown,

Now, the nuggets had a rat flavor,

Like feces, not to savor,

For a drink I have to give it thumbs down.

    

PREDICTABLE FARM

I did not spray the almond tree,

I did not wash the goose,

I did not pick the tomato worms,

I did not spay the spruce,

I think the corn is truly dread,

I think the squash yields are cruel,

But, I think measures should be left unsaid,

For, they are only a farmer's tool.

MACARONI AT DINNER'S BELL

If you want friends at dinner's bell,

Then, choose your macaroni well,

And, if you really want to please,

Use a tomato sauce and cheese,

Mama's secret that you can't tell.

THE FREE MAGAZINE SUBSCRIPTION LIMERICK

My magazine subscriptions have run amok,

I signed up for free mags but now I'm stuck,

Now, stress thoughts start to hover,

For my funds will not cover,

My mag bills; I'm such a dumb cluck.   

THE THEATERATRICA THEATER WAS TORN DOWN

The Theateratrica Theater was felled to the ground,

Turned into pavement for the local dog pound,

And, all those memories stored,

Were destroyed board by board,

With all the talkies and movies without sound.

I RAN TO FIRST BASE

I went to the racetrack to watch others race,

I'd race myself but, I can't keep up the pace,

I raced in high school,

And, was a laughing stock tool,

So, I quit racing, joined the choir and sang base.

LIFE OF A FRESHMAN

For purposes around nights' mid,

We all carouse to feed our id,

We also binge eat,

Pizza with cheese/meat,

Sucking soda through plastic lid.

I STRUGGLED FOR DILL ON THE HILL

I struggled to get up the hill,

To pick me a sack full of dill,

For I had sour pickles to can,

And, bought dill was a ban,

For, I had no coin to pay at the till. 

PLIGHT OF THE TUMBLED TREE

Oh my pretty tree has fallen,

Now the fungi come a callin',

Fungi are aggressive dears,

Who grow big obtrusive ears,

While fungi sup I will be ballin'. 

THE MASTER OF THE SING-SONG TAP

I once was a masterful dancer of tap,

My best work I did to the music of rap,

But, then something went wrong,

When, music all went sing-song,

Sing-song I couldn't tap worth a crap.

THE TEMPEST ROUND THE POSIES CAUSED ME TO KNIT COZIES

I went out into my garden to pick some rosies,

But, there was a tempest around all of my posies,

And, what could I do?

I hadn't a clue,

So, back inside I went to knit cozies.  

THE SOUR-SWEET PICKLE GETS SUED

The pickle made a false statement,

It said that it was sweet,

But, when I bit into it,

It was so sour, what deceit! 

So, I sued the pickle for malfeasance,

And, fraud according to law,

But, the whole thing was completely dismissed,

When, the case was moved to Wichita.

I AVOID SQUIRRELS WHEN THE ACORNS ARE EMPTY

My acorns were empty; they've all rotted out,

The squirrels were hungry and I have with them no clout,

Next, they were looking at me,

Like I'm a steak lettered "T,"

So, I've winter and won't be out and about, 

ONLINE BACK TO SCHOOL LIMERICK

I did back to school shopping all of it, online,

I got the stuff and it was just fine,

Overall, it took only two days,

The time saved really pays,

Yet, the traditional hassle in stores I did pine.

THE WONDERS OF AGING

I could not save my hair today,

No cold creams rubbed my wrinkles away,

My mental state?

I'm confused of late,

And, I lost another tooth today.

  

DIGGER DOG THE POTATO POOCH AND HIS MASTER SCARAMOUCH

Digger Dog the potato pooch,

Dug potators for his master's hooch,

Hooch made the master thrilled,

One of the actor's guild,

Who played every day Scaramouch.

SPEEDING DOWN THE HIGHWAY LIMERICK

Speeding down the highway I did swerve,
Forming a geodesic curve,
Things became tense.
There was suspense,
But, lying helpless I showed nerve.

THE POEM OF THE BAD BOOZE

I had a whiskey that was brown,

I had a whiskey that was clear,

I had a whiskey that was a rusty haze,

Then, my kidneys kicked into high gear, 

I had some wine that was red,

I had some wine that was white,

I had some wine that was blue,

And, now I've lost my sight,

I had some beer that was green,

I had some beer that was brown, 

I had some beer that was black,

Now, I reside in coffin town. 

BIG SHIP WANNABE

My boat was a dingy and it floated away,

I forgot to secure it at the dock in the bay,

And, wherever it be,

I hope that the sea,

Takes care of the big ship wannabe.  

THE STEAMY OUTHOUSE AND THE BROOK

In the early morn when the mind is still dreamy,

The outhouse sat all quiet and steamy,

It sat by a quaint brook,

A nice place to read book,

But, during floods the floor would get streamy, 

THE THEFT OF MY ONLINE DEVICE

I do not think it very nice,

That someone stole my online device,

Now, all know my contacts I.D.'s,

From the A's to the Z's,

And, all my friends have all been trolled twice.

TO MY PATRONS AS i RETIRE

If you have some problem then,

Come and visit me, 

For, somewhere in my short stories, poems and limericks,

I might have some comfort there for thee.

TEN TO THE POWER OF NINETY-NINE

Dim-bulb Davis and his gang of ten,

Thought a good fight would prove they were men,

So, after a day of drinking whiskey and wine,

They stood up to a gang numbering ninety plus nine,

Dim-bulb's gang was destroyed showing the finality of Zen.

IN THE CRAWLSPACE I MADE A CRAWL

In the crawlspace I made a crawl,

That's where I found my best haul,

I found some old toys,

That brought me back ancient joys,

Of siblings and each possession brawl.

A TALE OF TWO BERRIES

In the garden there was a lonely blackberry vine,

It found a vine of raspberries and there was an intertwine,

The resulting affair,

Caused new generations to bear,

Raspblackberries which made an exquisite wine. 

THE BLUE ANGELS OVER GRAND TRAVERSE BAY LIMERICK

Over Grand Traverse Bay they did fly,

The Blue Angels way up in the sky,

And, although they make one proud and happy,

Their stunts can make your shorts crappy,

It's sad to see them go but, bye bye. 

I'LL HAVE MY FIREWORKS

I have so little change in my back pants pocket,

I cannot buy a fireworks rocket,

From my job I had to resign,

My credit's in decline,

For fireworks I sold my wife's antique locket.

MICHIGAN THE MITTEN

While at the kitchen table sitin',

Methinks Michigan is just one big mitten, 

But, there's no fingers to count,

For a five finger discount,

So, I guess you'll get what you're gettin'.  

A LITTLE GORGON LIMERICK II

Little Gorgon turned to stone,

Everyone with a cell phone,

And, Gorgon was bold,

She turned some to gold,

If they ate an ice cream cone.