There once was a spider named Clyde, He built spider webs with such pride, Then, down came a great rain, The webs went down the drain, Now, he builds all his webs inside.
My stock portfolio got down so low, It had no further down it could go, I added money hoping my portfolio would grow, Where the money went my broker didn’t know, I decided to invest in real estate, But, when I entered the market it was too late, Then, the banks all raised their interest rate, I lost all my investment so, real estate I just hate, I tried to hedge my money by buying gold, But, as soon as I bought everyone else sold and sold, My intentions were good and strategy bold, Yet, my investment went south and I felt really cold, I tried safe investing by buying up bonds and t-bills, But, soon I found my safe portfolio was full of real ills, My stomach felt like porcupine quills, Now I’m broke and picking up bottles for my business thrills.
There was a polar bear named Larry, He was fat and slow and harry, He once caught a seal, But, when it started to squeal, Larry dropped it because it was scary.
I raised three pigs named Jason, They spent all their time horse-racing. One day they went bold, Their houses they sold, They lost big while their pony was pacing. The Jason’s were three brash little pigs, They lived in really comfortable digs, But, they bet all their money, On a pony named Sony, Now, they’re street vendors selling whiskey and cigs.
Yeti, Yeti in the woods, You broke in my cabin and ate my canned goods, You are just one evil dude, Because you stole my favorite food, I love my tuna from the sea, I work hard to have it just for me, I'd gladly give you my musk rat pelt, If I could have my tuna melt. ,
Herman was a northern pike, He rode around on a motorbike, When the wind dried his scales, Into a ditch Herman bails, Where he was ate by a bear named, Big Mike.
I was watching the northern star,
Unfortunately, I was driving my car,
I hit some black ice,
My car spun round thrice,
I ended up in the same lane at par.
There once was a Doberman named Skimp,
He could climb up trees just like a chimp,
He once fell down,
Upon a Greyhound,
Now Skimp climbs up trees with a gimp.
Skimp was a Doberman that went to high school,
He was excelled at math and could swim,
He was the best at math and made algebra cool,
At swim meets he'd always win.
Misty couldn't spell psychiatry,
So, a psychic she would be,
Her predictions that came true,
Numbered less than a few,
But, she was proud of mediocrity.