Moose Gillies would brag and would boast, About his annual summer corn roast, But, this year he got bent, When in the fire the corn went, And, was burnt blacker than his wife's turkey breast roast.
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 love my bacon grease fried potaters,
I flavor them with garden green tomaters,
With scrambled eggs on the side,
And venison steak grilled with pride,
Such foods to my senses they caters.
My roof was all covered with green moss, Some fertilizer, I gave a toss, The moss dried up and it died, I take belligerent pride, In showing moss just who is the boss.
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 compost pile caught fire and burned down my garden shack,
Now when I'm done working I have no place to put tools back,
So, my tools lay in the yard,
Getting rusty, crusty hard.
And, I cannot replace them because the finances I lack.
Four little fish were having such fun,
Swimming beneath the bright morning sun,
They swam in the shallows,
Which turned into a gallows,
The turtles ate every single one.
Hector was a wily weasel, He drove a truck that ran on diesel, During a winter storm, The diesel fuel didn’t stay warm, Now hectors hair is on a brush for an easel.
Patches was a dog who liked to did holes,
He dug up frogs and mice and little ground moles,
But, on one fine day,
Patches went away some say,
When a snake made Patches part of his fat rolls.
Patches dug holes to bury his meals,
Patches dug holes to hide the kids cars, called Hot Wheels,
Patches was nice to your face,
But, he'd bury your briefcase,
Patches will bury most everything he steals.
I had a pig named Paul, He lived with the horses in a stall, He wouldn't live with the pigs, He did not like their digs, Paul was not very piggy at all.