From the cloths line he ate the kings underwear,
No undies meant the king got cold,
He got angry, so I was told,
The late king tried to butt heads with Voltaire.
The flea and tick infestations are really bad, this gear,
My significant other is covered from toe to ear,
The little eggs keep popping,
The parasites keep hopping,
I make my significant other, sleep out in their chair.
Before the quaint, horse drawn wagon, climbed the old mill road hill,
It was loaded with dry, ancient saw dust, from the old mill,
For apartments, the mill property had been acquired,
All the employees, young and old, were instantly fired,
The last asset, saw dust, was bought by a farm, growing dill.
Beautiful Banjo Bob had a knobby, hardwood, beech, peg leg,
It did not line up with his foot, so his walking was irreg,
When he was on the tap dance floor,
His fans would cheer and yell, "encore",
Banjo Bob always did encores, when his audience would beg
Big Hank, he be nimble on the competitive pogo stick,
Hank's massive body will pogo down hard, then bounces up quick,
Hank fuels up with dried, dates,
Sticky dates on porcelain plates,
Hank will pogo all day long, while his sticky fingers, he'll lick.
There was a willow growing in my raspberries, and it was getting real big,
I went and sharpened my best shovel, and for the roots, I began to deep dig,
The tangled roots, I chopped out,
Filled the hole, and drank a stout,
I cut the whole tree into firewood, and next summer it will roast my pig.
My groceries were delivered, direct from the big store,
Some pops were broken open, and that made me really sore,
The pop soaked my cheddar cheese,
That brought me to my bare knees,
And, the pop soaked into my breads, now my breads are no more.
My teacher, the incredible, Mr. Bells,
Teaches hypnosis, conjuring and spells,
He turned me into a pheasant,
That was not very pleasant,
I laid chocolate eggs, filled with red jells.
Twelve skunks moved to Midland Michigan, from a town called Montreal,
They all moved to Michigan, because hula hooping was their call,
In Michigan, we hula hoop,
Some folks skipping, both food and poop,
These twelve skunks, will fit in, so we'll let them hula hoop, through our mall.
Trina walked on the shore, picking up dead, stinky fish, pee-you,
She left one in her mommy's new car, and daddy's pickup, too,
She left one under brother's bed,
He did not notice, enough said,
She fed the worst one to her cat, it was just bones, scales and goo.
I went to the grocery store, hoped to buy a giant can of beans,
I've got 15, very heavy kids to feed, and 9 of them are teens,
I was ready to load my van,
But, the store only had one can,
I fried the beans in chicken fat; the kids will have to live within means..
I went out to my fall squash garden, and picked my precious gourds,
The bad ones will fatten my pigs, the good ones, I'll dry and hoards,
When they are dried hard and clean,
I'll sell them at Halloween,
Last year at the Fall Festival, I won the most gourd awards.