They Hate Her Guts!
Her lovers kiss her mouth, her neck
Their lips, impassioned, downward hie
But when they kiss her navel base
they all turn up their toes and die
Philosophical Imagery?
Sometimes when deep in thought and musing
Life seems backward and confusing
It happens mostly, I detect
When on mirrors I reflect
Even a Drill Isn’t This Boring
Patrick pig droned on and on
Relating stories of the war*
His stymied wives snored on and on
He really was a dreadful boar
A Poor Fat Cat
A tubby tabby, Tibbles,
Has a chronic case of nibbles
So he eats at eight and every hour thereafter
As he walks along the street
Imprac-tickle
The boa developed a rash on his tummy
An ailment that makes him less brash and more chummy
He’s starving and can’t even scratch where it itches
He squeezes his prey but they leave him in stitches