The seven termites from hell,
Ate away on my wood wishing well,
Then, when the weather got hotter,
The well wouldn't hold any water,
The well just withered to sawdust and fell,
The seven termites from hell,
Ate on my home, until there, we couldn't dwell,
The walls caved in on dad,
Which made my mom sad,
Unfortunately, it was too late to sell.
My pogo stick got stuck in the snow,
Then, over I went when the cold wind did blow,
The snowbank was cold,
And, I'm getting real old,
So, I called for a wrecker and tow.
Mr. Tim the woodchuck ate fruit and salad,
Then, he'd belly-up to the piano and write a ballad,
His musical abilities were self-taught,
All his tunes were quickly bought,
Showing his talents were not a hoax but were valid.
Jenny bought a used snowmobile from Dix,
But, he did not tell all the things to fix,
It had spent last winter underwater,
As a second home for Mr. Otter,
Of course, lake bottoms and snowmobiles don’t mix.
My toaster did not toast too well,
It toasted mom's toast too toasty to jell,
So, I spread peanut butter,
Then, served it to mutter,
Who, disappointed, gave me a good yell.
Whitening and Wood were wed, Then, they stayed in Wood's parent's back shed, Although the rent was real cheap, In the cold air would creep, So, the wood stove was constantly feed.