Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Date With a Werewolf

Al met a girl cute as a button
He asked her out one day.
She said she'd better not
But as he begged she said OK.
Washed his car and shaved his face,
Bought some chocolates and flowers.
Ironed his pants and darned his socks,
Must have taken six showers.
Everything seemed perfect as he knocked upon her door,
Sun was setting,
Birds were chirping,
Couldn't ask for more.
He parked on Lover's Mountain
And he got out his guitar.
Strummed his sweet a song or two
They gazed up at the stars.
Then the moon it was quite full
Beamed down upon the gal.
Her hair grew thick, her teeth grew long.
She then began to howl.
You may not want to know the rest,
I'm sure you have a hunch,
But if you ask a werewolf out
Make sure it's just for lunch.


Sunday, April 17, 2011

A Road Traveled Less

Uncle Bobby Frost sent me
Out for some milk and corn.
He said I'd come to a fork in the woods
And to take the path less worn.
So I set out on my errand,
And obeyed Uncle Bobby Frost.
I took the road less traveled,
And doggone it I think I'm lost!


Saturday, April 9, 2011

Grocery Shopping

OK, let's see. . .
Got my list and a clean buggy.
Corn check, pork chops, yes,
Paper towels to clean up our mess,
Black beans, baked beans, pintos, limas,
Chicken, ham-hock, Aunt Jamima,
Noodles, sauce, both red and white,
Milk, 3 gallons, cookies, rice,
Bread and butter, jelly, beer,
Beets, Q-tips for my ears,
Lettuce, sprouts, cereal, chips,
Cheese, juice, avocados, dip,
Celery, bananas, apples, pears,
Soothing ointment for ingrown hairs,
Floss and toothpaste, shampoo, soap,
Watermelon, Pepto, and 2 cantaloupes,
Ice cream, pizza, cornbread, honey,
"HORSE FEATHERS!!! I forgot my money!"


Saturday, April 2, 2011

Belly Itcher

We needed a pitcher
But not one was found
We had to get someone
To stand on the mound
We found a first baseman
And even a coach
We had a left-fielder
His nickname was Roach
We had all but one
One spot left to fill
We asked Hank and Lo-Lo
And Todd, Burt and Jill
All hope was then lost
On getting a pitcher
We gave up the search and. . .
Hired a belly itcher.

Friday, April 1, 2011

What It's All About!

That Tokey Milokey
He thinks he knows all
Sleeps each day in class
Wakes up to play ball

Doesn't care about Science
Or Reading or Math
If you ask him 'bout History
He'll sit there and laugh

He's not worried about Religion
Or politics or fruit
Don't ask him to shower
He won't give a hoot

He knows the MEANING OF LIFE
And he has NO DOUBT!
He does the Hokey Pokey
That's what it's all about.