There was a farmer who lived in a dell,
For him things did not go very well,
His pigs all had fleas,
The winter froze out his bees,
The farmer finally decided to sell.
The farmer in the dell owed money to the bank,
He could never repay it so, he was in the tank,
His stuff would not grow,
His cows starved in the snow,
His wife left saying he had himself to thank,
I hung up my socks by the old fireplace, Hoping that Santa would come in the night, I had no cookies sitting on the doily of lace, My funds were all gone was my plight, I and my family all went to sleep, Waiting for the sunrise, Haunted by the promises to be good we didn’t keep, Because Santa was all knowing and all wise, I don’t return to the library on time every book, My son has been caught telling lies, My daughter, my mother’s teeth she took, When my wife wants her way, then she cries, I’m not really sure why Santa stopped by, For we’re unreliable, cry, steal teeth and tell lies, But, Santa left us all kinds of food and great stuff, For all of us it was an awesome surprise.
Santa Claus bought a new sleigh,
It was made out of plastic they say,
When Santa sat down,
The cheap plastic broke down,
He loaded his old sleigh on Christmas Eve day.
Heavy snows made my old roof go crash, Without insurance, I ran out of cash, So, I got a loan from a bank, Watched my credit tank, I still have my barrel of corn mash.
While hiking I met a timber wolf named Sam, He wanted meat to eat with his toast and jam, I told him I was not a meat dish, I was really a fish, While he was thinking I decided to scram.
Jennifer plays the viola, But, she can’t get a gig with payola, To support her boyfriend bob, She needed a job, She stocks shelves with lemon-lime cola.
Barney was a pig with hands and feet, He thought cloven hooves did not look neat, But, with his feet and his hands, He could be eaten in more lands, So Barney the pig was served as meat.
Pete the moose was ten feet tall,
But, his feet were just too small,
He could not run fast,
'cause his ankles wouldn't last,
So, a grizzly came by to call.
There once was a moose named Pete,
He was not real fast on his feet,
He ran into a bear,
The bear did not scare,
The bear had plenty to eat.
To my boat I always stay tethered, For, I tend to fall overboard when I'm weathered, Not from the winds and the gail, But, from my keg of dark ale, I drink ale so my complexion ain't leathered.
When Marcie Moe the reindeer, Went swimming at the beach, The other swimmers filled with fear, A little kid let out a screech, For Marcie Moe the reindeer, Looked like a lake monster of yore, And, all the swimmers ran for high ground, As Marcie came ashore, Now, Marcie Moe the reindeer, Stood dumbfounded, alone on the sand, Then, a helicopter came and chased Marcie away, And, from the beach Marcie was banned.
I met a man-eating zombie named Rose, He had red eyes and a gigantic nose, He asked me a favor, To tell him my flavor, I replied "I taste like jam that grows between toes."
Marcie Moe the reindeer, Wanted to pull Santa's sleigh, So, she hooked herself up in the sleigh gear, Thinking she'd soon be on her way, But, Santa told her she couldn't go,
And Marcie asked him why, Santa said there ain't no show,
Since it's the middle of July.
My time machine will machine no more, So, I can't the future or the past explore, I am stuck in the present, Like a time travel peasant, Such a mundane existence, I deplore.
Cleo was a real nerd’s nerd, In the dictionary he could define any word, He was also a football jock, In music he could really rock, But, in wood-shop his grade was deferred.
I got up real early to eat a turkey feast,
But, it won’t be served til noon, at least,
Oh, what an affair,
I sat down in despair,
I watched the parades while my mom cooked the beast.
There was a meek chicken named Grover,
Who loved to see the end of October,
Because Mr. Turkey,
Was a real turkey jerky,
In November his time would be over.
At hunting camp I got the boot, I spoiled the big turkey shoot, When the turkeys came by, I yelled “get lost or die”, I saved lives and don’t give a hoot.
At hunting camp we hunted for deer, But, some of us were just insincere, We stayed warm at the camp, All dry and not damp, And drank down six cases of beer.
There was a nice goldfish named Drew, But, instead of gold he was blue, Blue made him feel sad, But, he shouldn't feel bad, A blue goldfish was just something new.
My little shoes they got all muddy,
Then, everywhere I went they called me cruddy, Well, I read the news,
And changed into clean shoes,
Still, no one stepped up and called me their buddy.
Clyde was a brown carp who laid in the mud,
He'd eat fish food or just floating crud,
He couldn't find a wife,
He was single for life,
'cause the lady carp called Clyde a dud.
There once was a carp named Clyde,
He laid all one day on his side,
He would not eat his fish food,
Which seemed really rude,
Then, someone realized Clyde had died.