THE MARSHMALLOW ELVES

Two marshmallows froze while polishing Santa's sleigh,

Santa warned them not to do it, but the marshmallows did it anyway,

To warm the marshmallows up quick,

Santa stuck them on a stick,

And, Santa had s'mores to snack on that day.

THERE WAS NO SNOW FOR CHRISTMAS

There was no snow for Christmas,

Nor, snow for New Year's as well,

And, living in Northern Michigan,

It's been a type of snow-less hell,

There's no snow on the ski slope,

Nor, on the toboggan run,

There's no snow on the snowmobile trail,

In winter, no snow equals no fun,

Of course you can go ice skating,

And, fall and crack your bones,

You can also go ice fishing,

And, get frostbite on your scones,

But, a snow fortress you cannot build,

Nor, a snowman can you roll,

You can't track animals you've shot and killed,

Nor, make snow angels with arms and soul,

You see a winter that has no snow,

Is like a car that has no gas,

It's like Santa's lost his "Ho, Ho,"

When Old Man Winter takes a pass.

A WARM CHRISTMAS DAY CHANGES OLD SANTA'S SLEIGH

There will be no white on Christmas Day,

Only green and brown and tan and gray,

It has been really warm,

And, unless there's a storm,

Tires will adorn Santa's sleigh.

HEY SNOWMAN, LEAVE THOSE KIDS ALONE

By Tim Colin

Last night my brother's Ted, Mike our colleague Gerrard and I spent the night in a local children’s park waiting to capture one of the strange monsters known by the general public as snowmen. However, professional investigators like us believe that some snowmen are tainted with evil and come to life after midnight every December when the moon is full.  Our organization learned of these evil snow demons from Gerrard’s great grandfather.

Gerrard’s great grandfather is named Hank and he was born in Germany back in 1902.  Hank lives nearby the park and will often take a leash out for a walk through it.  Hank lost his pet poodle 20 years ago but imagines that the pooch is still alive.  Hank feeds and waters his dog everyday and after mid-night he imagines taking his dog for a walk so the dog can do its business in the children’s park.  Hank had told his great grandson Gerrard that he had seen a large snowman roaming around the park looking for people to switch with its long stick fingers.

According to Hank people in the village where he was born believed that in December when the moon was full the snowmen made by children would come to life and switch the naughty children on the backside with the stick hands that stuck out of the abdomen.  Gerrard told us that this was an old Celtic legend.  I pointed out that the Celts were in Ireland and Scotland not Germany.  Gerrard responded “Well, my grandfather’s village was in the mountains so he must have been a highlander.”

I saw absolutely no problem with his logic.  Neither of my brothers said anything because they have problems locating the United States on a map of North America.  My brother Mike thinks the nations of the world are arranged on the globe in alphabetical order.

Before we started our investigation I decided to check out the story old Hank told Gerrard regarding a snowman prowling around the children’s park after mid-night.  I listened to a police scanner the other night and sure enough there were several reports about an old white man wandering around aimlessly in the park when it was blowing snow and well below freezing.  I was then sure that the reports must have been about the snowman.   I then decided to assemble a team to set out in the cold with me and wait for the dangerous snow beast.  I figured Tim and Mike could fight the dangerous snowman and since Gerrard was so slow, I could outrun Gerrard if need be so the snowman would catch up to Gerrard first which would allow for me to escape.  I had things pretty well planned out.   Because no one knew what the snow creature’s intentions might be I had Mike bring along a baseball bat so we had some means of defense besides hope and snowballs.

When we arrived at the park last night it was cold and quiet.  The clouds had parted revealing a glowing white full moon.  There was a large snowman in the park and luckily there was a snow fort built near enough to the snowman so we could hide and observe the creature and hopefully avoid being switched.   Unfortunately, the fort was not big enough for all four of us so I persuaded my younger brother Mike that he should find another place to hide.  He is not too bright so I suggested that he make a snow angel and lie still in the angel indentation and that the rest of us would cover Mike up with snow.  Mike made a show angel. We immediately covered him up with snow and packed it down tightly so it didn’t look like a snow grave.  

Ted, Gerrard and, I hid behind the walls of the snow fort waiting for the creature to start its demonic movements through the park.  Then a gust of wind blew up and at the same time we all saw the hands and arms of the snowman monster move.  “Did you see that?”  I said.

“I can’t believe this,” responded Ted.  “I thought this was just a dumb story that Gerrard’s great grandpa made up to scare little kids and big sissies like Gerrard.”

“Well your grandpa believes in leprechauns,” retorted Gerrard.  “Who could believe in people dressed up in green running around with a pot of gold?  Everyone knows people with money work on Wall Street and run around wearing black suits and they keep their money in ATM machines.  I know because I saw them using ATM machines when I went to New York as a kid.  Or was that Mt. Pleasant?  I get those two cities mixed up a lot.  I think it was the city that has the bridge that goes to Canada.”

“Would you guys shut up,” I said.  “That thing is still moving out there and I think it is creeping our way.  Where’s’ the bat?  We need to clobber that thing before it gets us.”

“I think we buried the bat with Mike,” answered Ted.  “We’ll have to ease over to Mike and dig him up in order to retrieve the bat.”

I had a better idea.  “Mike!” I hollered in a whispering voice, “Take the bat up to the monster and bash him in.  I can see the monster is going right for you now so hurry up you slow poke.”  Mike did not rustle under the snow.  He was either too afraid to act or he had gone to sleep right when we needed him to defend us.  You just can’t count on family for anything.  I knew then that it was up to me to motivate Ted and Gerrard to attack the snow monster and save us all.  I motioned for Ted and Gerrard to ease along over to where Mike was buried.  I followed them.

When we reached my brother Mike we unburied his face.  I slapped his face a couple of times but he did not wake up.  Mike is a light thinker but a very deep sleeper.

“He does not look too good,” observed Gerrard.  “Is he still alive?”

“Right now that’s not important,” I responded.  “The important thing is that we need to save ourselves.  Besides, if Mike is completely frozen we can sell his internal organs on the Internet and make a fine profit.  Anyways, I’ll still have Ted here as a brother in case I need a kidney or something one day.”

Then Gerrard held up the baseball bat and said triumphantly, “I found it.”

Then suddenly there was a tremendous gust of wind and the snowman started waving its arms and hands frantically like Frankenstein’s monster.  The snowman came at us and I led the charge for about half the distance to the monster and then I let Ted and Gerrard lead the way with Gerrard holding the bat in one hand held over his right shoulder.  When Gerrard got close to the snow monster he smashed it in the head with the bat.  With one swing of the bat the head of the monster disappeared.  Then Gerrard knocked off the dangerous branch arms from the beast.  Gerrard had to stop because he was having an asthma attack.  After a few seconds Gerrard was fine.  Then my brother Mike woke up and came over to congratulate Gerrard for defeating the evil creature.  

I was truly glad that the ordeal was over and the creature was now just a cowering pile of snow.  I was glad the snowman had not gotten to me because if it switched people for being bad then I would have been switched a lot because I have been a  bad boy several times this last year.

Note:  The above short story is published courtesy of Humor News Outdoors Nuts web site.

WHY SAM AIN'T GOT NO GIRLFRIEND

There once was a man named Sam,

He ate the putrefied meat from a ham, 

It made his bowels all throttle,

So he peed in a bottle,

And farted, on his girlfriend, Pam.

THE MAGIC VOLES LIMERICKS

I went out in the snow and made a hole,

At the bottom of the hole there was a vole,

 The vole said, "you know voles are magic in Mich,

So, I'll grant just one wish," 

The vole wished he had hot soup in a bowl.

Voles can make magic and I met one that cursed me,

Now, I can't work with numbers because I can't count past three,

It gets better yet,

Don't know the alphabet,

Cursed voles make me ignorant and free. 

The magic vole liked to play French horn, trumpet and flute,

In fact, he could play anything that made the noise of a toot,

He could beat on a drum,

Sing tenor and hum,

 And, when the police showed up he could scoot.

TRUMPET ETUDES BROKE UP THE TWO DUDES

I decided to write etudes, that were fun and fancy,

I did it for the trumpet, for my students Glen and Clancy, 

The etudes made them play real good,

Got them out of this neighborhood,

Then they had a falling out, over someone they called Nancy.

HERMES: HEARTS AND SMELLS

Hermes loved the Poe story of "The Tell Tale Heart",

Unfortunately with Hermes, he had a tell tale fart,

And, just wouldn't you know,

The sound of farts would grow,

The sound was ever increasing, bringing Hermes regret and woe.

DAVE WALKED HOME IN THE SNOW STORM

The cold hit and hurt David's face,

Like a blast of cold bear mace,

His eyeballs got puckered,

Dave's bod ached, and was tuckered,

To get home, he had to pick up the pace.

THE UN-GRADUATED UNDERGRADUATE, HAS A HISSY FIT

I opened my mail, and got a brand new communication,

Addressed from the university administration,

They said they looked and could not see,

How I earned a college degree,

All that work these may years, ends only with frustration.

TINY BUBBLES OR TAP

There were tiny bubbles, exploding in my pop,

They were giving me a headache, and I could not make them stop,

So, to ease my bad head pain,

I poured my pop down the drain,

Now, I drink tap water, that smells like its from my mop.

THE WEREWOLF, CHAMOMILE TEA AND DILL FLAVORED SNACK CRACKERS

I was traveling through the wicked woods,
On my way to the store to buy dry goods,
When a fierce werewolf stood in my way,
I forgot the moon was full and it was not day,

But, on my mistake I did not ponder,
I ran to my cabin way back yonder,
And, although I made it through the door,
The werewolf pinned me to the floor,

I looked for my shotgun but it was in pieces,
I forgot it had been played with by my little nieces,
I said to the werewolf " you don't want to eat me",
I live on dill flavored snack crackers and chamomile tea,

"I'm afraid that you will never saviour"
"Chamomile tea and dill snack cracker flavor,"
So, into the woods the werewolf stole away,
For only bacon flavored snack crackers made his taste buds go yeah!

SPOOKY CHRISTMAS

  In the chimney hobgoblins appeared,

The Christmas tree, now looks really weird,

I got a message from Claus,

At my home, he won't pause,

Last time two reindeer disappeared.

TURTLE SOUP, LIZARDS, SNAKES AND BUGS DANCING THE HULA-HOOP

I could not find a turtle for my turtle soup,
So, I went out to see what crawled on my front stoop,
I found a green lizard,
A snake with a gizzard,
And, four bugs danced a mean hula-hoop.

SANTA, BELLS AND BATTERIES

Santa had to buy brand new batteries, to make his big sleigh bells ring,

But, the elves stole the batteries for karaoke, because elves like to sing,

So, Santa's long fight,

Was one dreary night,

With the reindeer all singing "Ding, Ding....".

A LIMERICK OF LYNN (THE WALRUS)

There once was a walrus named Lynn,
She couldn’t fit through her door when open,
So, she stuck dynamite,
By her belly so tight,
Now, she’s missed by her kith and her kin.

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THE BEAST RUINED OUR CHRISTMAS FEAST

I chopped some firewood to cook the beast,

It was the main course at our Christmas feast,

But the beast was not dead,

It bit off my head,

That was the scenario I planned for, the least.

JOHNNY BANGS ON THE WALL

Johnny, Johnny you bang on the wall,
Are you an animal hearing the animal call,
Your neighbors next door,
Find no peace from your roar,
Have you no compassion at all?

DON'T LOOK, IT'S ANTHROPOCENE

I've heard I live in an epoch called anthropocene,

I looked for dinosaurs, but none have I seen,

I guess it's human caused,

And not easily paused,

I just hope snails won't grow big, and turn mean.

NINE GUMS HIS PENCILS

I had a good buddy they called Nine Times Ten,

He did math with a pencil, and never used pen,

He was good with his math sums,

Chewed his pencil with his gums,

Nine lost his teeth; fisted by big brother Glen.

SLEIGH BELLS AND COOKIE

Cookie was Santa's favorite reindeer,

She always had a joke, and was full of good cheer,

And every year,

She'd load the sled gear,

And, licked clean Santa's bells, so they were easy to hear.

YELLOW POISONOUS SPIDER LIMERICK AND POEM

A big yellow spider bit me on the head,
It hurt so bad and puffed up really red,
Then, I felt really, really strange,
I looked in a mirror and saw a change,
Not a human; a yellow spider instead.

Yellow spider don't make me cry,
Don't bite my foot, don't bite my thigh,
I'm really quite a descent guy,
I'll be better and won't go awry,
I really need a relieving sigh,

Please don't bite me and make me die.

A LAXATIVE AND THE THROWN

Poor old Professor Max,

He consumed way too much lax,

He is stuck to his thrown,

Calling for help on his phone,

While his bowels play Yackety Sax.

BILLS, AND I GO HUNGRY

I found some cereal for breakfast, but it was not very good,

 Eleven years old, and it ate like spongy wood,

My pantry has a restock need,

But, bill collectors have greater greed,

They would take my gold fillings, if they thought they could.

LESTER TRAINED TO PLAY THE TRUMPET

Lester was trained to play the trumpet,
He could only play slow, and couldn’t hump it,
Only fast music could please,
All the dance party sleaze,
Lester then took his trumpet to dump it.

SANTA'S KANGAROO

There is a kangaroo named Pam,
She works for Santa and makes his jam,
When jam making wanes,
She makes candy canes,
On Christmas Day she glazes the ham.

TWINS AND THE LITTER BOX

I bought twin kittens that came as a set,

I figured they would be like having one pet,

But, one drank only lemon tea,

The other drank only coffee,

Of course, the litter box they'd ignore or forget.

MY SHOWER ROPE WAS EMPTY

Mason used up all the soap,

So, all I had was an empty rope,

So, I used up his shampoo,

Got even, true,

Now, he won't be telling ma, that I'm just a stupid dope.

DENNY USED THE PUBLIC POOL

Dennis used the public pool, and got a really bad disease,

It cost a fortune to treat it, with creams and doctor's fees, 

Once Denny felt again, fine,

He went out to drink and dine,

When he went to use the public toilet, his wife just thought "oh geez".

HUMAN REMAINS FOUND IN A GIANT SQUARTOL FOSSIL

Tony thought he was immortal,

Because he found a time-warp portal,

Tony traveled way, way back,

But, good coordinates, he did lack,

Tony ended up in the stomach of squartol. 🐿

Definition:  A squartol is an extinct 8 meter long prehistoric beast, resembling a squirrel, and known for consuming time travelers.

THE BALLAD OF DARREN AND KARREN MAILBOXES

There was a big mailbox named Darren,
A box down the street was named Karen,
Without a push or a shove,
They could never find love,
So, their hearts would always be barren.

Darren was a mailbox,
He loved Karen down the street,
Although their hearts were locked in love,
Their posts were in concrete.

TRUCK WITH BALD TIRES HAIKU

Truck has bald tires,
Too expensive to replace,
The ditch is not bad.

BEDBUG LIMERICK, HAIKU AND, POEM

BEDBUG LIMERICK
Jason found some bed bugs that were sucking on his knee,
He picked them off one at a time and let each bug go free,
George visited Jason at his house,
George brought bugs home to his spouse,
Bed bugs suck anyone’s blood and spread real easily.

BEDBUG HAIKU
Bedbugs bad suck blood,
Burn the cloths. Burn the beds too,
Nature’s nastiest.

BEDBUG POEM
You’ve never lived through a terrifying storm,
Until you’ve lived to watch the bedbugs swarm,
They race towards you because your blood is warm,
This is the lot you’ll face in a college dorm,

Bedbugs drink your blood and could not be meaner,
As your blood flows out you will become leaner,
Their bloodsucking jaws could not look obscener,
You just wish your roommate had been a bit cleaner,

Bedbugs, bedbugs in the very dark of night,
Causing all this mayhem and excessive fright,
As to your new digs just you don’t get too tight,
Cause we’re bringing them down with homemade dynamite.

MY CHEERFUL HELLO LIMERICK

I say a cheerful hello ten times everyday,

But, the reactions leave me in a state of dismay,

Words and hand gestures I can't say,

An occasional backside display,

I guess being cheerful is a job with no pay.

 

MY PICCOLO VS A TRUMPET CARILLON

A trumpet carillon played all through the night,
They kept me awake which started a fight,
But their brass horns hit true,
Making me all black and blue,
And, up my nose my piccolo fit real tight.

WHERE THE BAD THINGS ARE

I was in a dark, damp forest from times of yore, 

Monsters and man eating plants were in trees, and on the floor,

But, I was aback taken,

When I found me some bacon,

Then I slammed closed the refrigerator door.

I'M WORKING CHRISTMAS DAY

So my boss can island trip far away,

I have go to work on this Christmas Day,

I have to be like a cop,

And guard the pawn shop,

So no one breaks in, takes stuff, and not pay.

I WON'T BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

I checked the long range forecast, and it does not look very fine,

I won't be home again for Christmas, and this makes it number nine,

I'll miss the spiral ham,

Glazed by grandma Bam,

And grandpa Bam is severely old, and his health in steep decline.

SLEEPERS EAT CAKE

When in the afternoon my nap I take,
I end up sleep eating a half of cake,
I've searched my soul,
Why I don't eat the whole?
My reason:  only every other day I bake.

MY PITBULL THE RASCAL

My pitbull, The Rascal, he chewed off my arm,

Then, he carried it around like it was his lucky charm,

I refuse now to cook,

On account of my hook,

Rascal gets meals from the neighboring farm.

HOW TO MAKE LIMERICK PIE

In order to make limerick pie,
You must kiss a tadpole on the eye,
There’s rhyme, but no reason,
They are for the ear pleasin’
It’s stupid, so just don’t ask why?

THE WOOD WHITTLER

Tiberius played the trombone everyday,

He inherited it from his Aunt May,

He would have sounded good,

But his bone was made of wood,

For Aunt May would whittle wood, and whittled wood away.

LITTLE THIEF EDGAR

Little thief Edgar stole things starting with the letter "T"

Be it a trinket, trombone, tether ball or TV,

The item's value he didn't care,

He stole for the dare,

But thieving led him to profitability.
 

TERRY HAD TINY TOES

Terry had really tiny toes,
And every winter they got froze,
No winter sports,
He played inside on courts,
But, every spring outside he goes.

A FOGGY CHRISTMAS DAY + HAM

It was a very foggy Christmas Day,

I let the dog out in the snow to play,

He made a snowman,

Peed on my new van,

My ham turned out delicious, most say.🍖🐖

DAVY AND THE SEAHORSE

When Davy dove under the sea,

He met a seahorse named Lee,

And, for just a dime each,

The seahorse gave rides to the beach,

The beach was where Davy went for his tea.

MY TREK ACROSS THE UNIVERSE

I had a little spaceship,

But, It did not travel far,

It launched sideways thirty feet,

And, was run over by a car,

My space travels were never great,

I never made it to distant stars,

My trek across this universe,

Has been in trains, boats, planes and cars. 

 

METER MARY WENT TO MARS

Meter Mary went to mars,

To setup meters for future cars,

Parking for free,

Meter Mary couldn't see,

Anywhere there are planets or stars.

LITTLE FISH UNDER MY DOCK

Little fish playing under my dock,
With a hook and a worm you'll make my lunch rock,
I know you can see,
The worm luring thee,
Come grab it and I'll clean your fish clock!

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE CHRISTMAS MARCHING BAND

The marching band marched down the street Christmas Day,

Along came a polar blast that blew them away,

Cold became their noses,

Then they froze in their poses,

Most were found two towns over, one sunny spring day.

I SHAVED MY HEAD AND GOT TO THE POINT

I shaved my head and found a point on the top,

I inherited my point from my mother's side grandpop,

Now, all the time I get teased,

I'm not at all pleased,

When my hair grows out will it stop? 

THERE ONCE WAS A LITTLE PERCOLATOR LIMERICK

There once was a little percolator,
It made good hot coffee, about ten minutes later,
It was understood,
That the coffee was good,
Unless, you were just a perking hot coffee hater.

THE CANDY ABUSER WAS A COMPLETE LOSER

The candy store man had no teeth left in his daft head,

His teeth rotted away, because on candy he fed,

His kid's teeth were all fillings,

Because of cavity drillings,

So his wife served him with papers, and now they're unwed.

DRIED UP PENS

I bought a package of pens that wouldn't write,
The ink was dried up real hard and real tight,
I had to use pencils,
To draw in my stencils,
The pencils made an aesthetic blight.

TROUBLED TIMMONS NEEDS A TOOTH FAIRY

Troubled Timmons is a snot,

When he is just a big old tot,

He is often mean, 

And, his language, unclean,

He will not brush and mouth is rot.

I GROW A GARDEN IN MY POTS AND PANS

My pots and pans are full of mold,

I should have washed them, I've been old,

But I need my veggies each day,

So I grow them my way,

I use the molds in my stew, and I never catch cold.

THE CHRISTMAS CANNIBAL ELF

It's a full moon on Christmas Eve, and you'd better watch yourself,

Or you could be eaten, by a thing called Santa's elf,

Cannibals, Santa condones,

If nothing is wasted, even bones,

The elf that eats the bones is the one they call big Ralph. 

INKY WINKY BUILT A STAR

Inky Winky built a star,
And, worlds would marvel near and far,
But, the star was loaded,
With physics so coded,
Immortals didn't expect the  jar.

I SHOT A RUBBER BAND, NOW I LIVE UNDER A BRIDGE

I shot off a rubber band,

Where did the rubber band land?

It struck my boss in his eye,

That made my boss cry,

Before the end of the day, I got canned.

YUM! YUM! YUM! STICKY, GREASY PORK RINDS

My pork rinds were not so greasy or sweet,

So, I fried them with grease and brown sugar for my treat,

Now, I have to confess,

They were a sticky, greasy mess,

But boy they were so good to eat.