My pet peacock believes that he comes from Mars,
I think he spends too much time in bars,
He staggers home late at night,
Unable to gain flight,
Somehow, he isn’t hit by any cars.
I used to have some really decent digs, Then, my roommates moved in and they were pigs, The bathroom was obscene, Yet, they still were unclean, And, from my gin bottle they took constant swigs.
No matter what poor Karen couldn't tan, So, she tried drawing one on with a crayon, She couldn't get the right hue, So, she just crayoned herself blue, Now, she matches the color of her minivan.
There was a small sunfish named Ray, He lived way out in the great bay, He fell in love with a blue whale, Named Darlene Abigail, And that's where tuna fish come from, they say.
I have a cantankerous bat, He thinks he's special but, he just ain't all that, He gave me a chronic case of scabies, With an acute case of rabies, And, he pees on my good stocking hat.
There was a clog in my kitchen sink drain,
While under my sink the pipes leaked stinky rain,
Then, my floorboards got soft,
And, I plunged down from my loft,
To visit neighbors who asked me to explain.
I wanted to unload my fish catch up at the quay, But the harbor master said I should stay far away, He said my fish were stinking up the town, My boat should be sunk down, And that’s where my fish catch should stay.
I painted my black and white cat, He was playing with a squeaky-toy rat, I sold the painting for big cash, So, I'm painting more mishy-mash, I'm living off those with a wallet that's fat.
Hannibal came from Hamtramck,
His paintings are moody, dynamic,
He's been spray painting clowns,
All angry with frowns,
He stopped taking his meds now he's manic.
Eli tried to conduct the band,
He couldn’t read music and soon got canned,
So he took a music course,
Learned the power of the force,
During his ovations, the audience will stand.
I found a blue planet in Galaxy Nine, But, my landing on it, I had to decline, The planet was surrounded by roids, With few in-between voids, And my navigation was influenced by wine.
There once were three little gray mice,
They tunneled deep beneath the ice,
They ran into a red fox,
Who liked mice with his lox,
He served them in a side dish with rice.
Someone ate all of my chickens last night, The only trace found were feathers, all white, It must be the bear, He left his tracks there, And, he gave my truck tires a bite.
Jimmy thought education was the thing, To fill his pockets up with bling, But, it was the wrong bet, Now he's mired in debt, On street corners for quarters he'll sing.