Once on the plateaus of medieval France, A giant monster foot ate peasants, The foot would dine on bodies and wine, While the king dined on pork and pheasants, A cry went out unto the king, To raise an army, and much, much more, To fight the giant monster foot, And, wave the kings sword to rally for war, The king ignored the peasant’s prayers, To the mighty king of France, Instead, the king let the monster, Across the Gaul’s land dance, Then, one day the foot was at the outskirts of Paris, Where the king and his castle be, The foots intentions were very nefarious, As even the king could see, The king raised up an army of knights, To fight outside the city of Glee, Upon the battlefield the king set his sights, With his nobles he’d make history, When the sun was near the half in the sky, The king and his nobles made their advance, It was time to roust or die, For Medieval France, The king and forces took the field, A thousand knights or more, They knew the foot would never yield, The foot was evil to its core, The king sent out his bravest knight, To slay the five toed beast, But, it was just a slaughter, As the foot had a fancy feast, The king sent out two more nights, They both met with equal slaughter, The foot was filling up on men, And, wanted to wash them down with water, The king decided it was time, To rush his whole army off to fight, So, the king of France led the charge While his knights stood still in fright, The king was eaten whole with horse, The French army ran away beaten, The foot went on to Paris of course, To get some really good people eaten, There is a lesson to be learned, About fighting monsters who like to eat, A king who fights without his army, Will go back home in defeat.
I boiled some water to cook some old, rancid, stale cheese,
It is my favorite recipe, from my Grandma, Louise,
When the water gets hotter,
The cheese goes in the water,
When melted, drain the water, and give your hot cheese a squeeze.
To young kids out there. Please do not cook on a stove without adult supervision, or you'll get severely injured, like me. Also: Never Eat Rancid Cheese.
Everyone, completely hates me, the Overton Window has shone,
They all dislike me, since they found out that I'm not human, just a clone,
It is the OW curse,
Once started, it gets worse,
Each time the OW shifts against me, I feel a broken bone.
Note: Many years ago, Joseph Overton was a close friend of mine. We met in a high school class called Advanced Composition. Joe had a brilliant mind, and I'm happy to see his work referenced by major political commentators and pundits, from across the political spectrum.
I went fishing on the Forth Of July, I forgot my bobber, so I fished with a fly, I didn't catch a bass hog, Just a floating pine log, With a branch that stuck me in my right eye.
Two tree monkeys swam way out in the bay, They thought swimming way out was such fun and great play, Then, along came a shark looking for a feast, Sighting the monkeys, he became a monkey hungry, beast, The first monkey said as he was in the shark’s reach, “Oh, I wish we were swimming up near the beach,” The second monkey said as he watched his friend eaten, every pound, "I wish we had stayed in our tree and never touched down on the ground".
I forded the river, but fell in the stream,
As I washed away I let out a scream,
My scream did not bring me luck,
I scraped through rocks, sticks and muck,
Still, I managed to stay pretty clean.
My time machine broke down back in Ancient Rome, I met Nero Czar and he was a weird little gnome, He'd sit out in his flower garden, Passing gas and saying "pardon", Then, he'd spout some idiotic poem.
Little birds have a terrible food need, So, I kept my bird feeder just full of seed, But, the squirrels out there, Robbed my feeder just bare, Those squirrels are just full of greed.
I was taught to invest and to save,
It was the only way to behave,
But, things are not sunny,
I lost all of my money,
Investing dug my future it's grave.
My pet bat is loaded with lice, He hangs out too much with field mice, Having really bad friends, Has led my bat to bad ends, So, before making new friends he'll think twice.
Beef is a prized and expensive thing,
When a customer buys, the butcher angels sing,
And, the cash register has a louder ring,
Beef is so expensive to the billfold it's a sting,
It's even replaced gold as one's favorite kind of bling,
I came upon a green forest frog, He barked just like a domestic dog, He had a bad habit, He liked to hunt rabbit, When they bit him he ran under a log. George the frog would hunt for bunny, He wanted to get one and make some money, He hunted with a gun, But, it was no fun,O George decided to hunt bees for their honey.