Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Plane Ride

Started out in Birmingham
Things seemed pretty tame,
Stewardess went through the rules
She smiled and said her name.
Belt was buckled luggage stowed
Pilot said, "Let's Go!"
Wheels let go of earth and then
All norms were out the door.
We entered in a puffy cloud
With hues of green and yellow,
I looked over and saw a cow
Where once there was a fellow.
The sky was filled with flying things
Like saucers, dragons, parrots,
Frisbees, fish, ice cream bars,
Pigeons, pants, and carrots.
The stewardess then brought our drinks
Mine with bubbles and smoke,
She turned and walked back down the aisle
Wearing a long black cloak.
I downed my drink in seconds flat
The plane did wiggles and flippies,
Everybody ralphed except me. . .
And John from Mississippi.
We landed on the planet Mars
Had lunch with little green men,
Then flew back home to Birmingham
Can't wait to fly again.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Minstrel Cyclist

He comes to town 'bout once a month
Upon his unicycle,
Playing the flute and singing ballads
I think his name is Michael.
But just don't interrupt his tales
'Bout kings and Queens of old,
Although he's dressed in tights and lace
He'll punch you in the nose.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Snow'd In

Phoneline's down,
Water's froze,
Power's off,
Stuffy nose,
Dog is missing,
Rabbit's stiff,
Car is buried,
Fell off a cliff,
Out of wood,
Roof is leaking,
Kids are cranky,
Wife's not speaking,
Trees have fallen,
So did I,
Broke my arm
And neck and thigh,
Out of propane,
Out of bread,
Out of milk,
Out of my head.
Stuck inside
In layered clothes,
All that aside. . .
I love the snow!