There once was a dog from Nantucket, Whose human was a real skuzzbucket, Taking it slow, The dog decided to go, But not before peeing everywhere to say, “Suck it!”
We should feel shame that people must hide, Kept in the dark with locked away pride, We should be there with open arms, With only love that does not harm, Imagine if that’s what all would decide.
Dreams can be a real miss or hit, They can leave you feeling like shit. But try something new, For another point of view, Don’t give up yet, don’t quit.
On Halloween day, a turnip named Harve, Was waiting for their chance to be carved. But Harve’s hopes were dashed, Hot boiled and then mashed, Now in the stomach of those who were starved.
An ode to the most humble of beasts, Must include its sacrifice to our feasts. It willfully surrenders, Its flesh to make tender, Giving thanks is what we can do, the least.
Two parrots were squawking a riot, They knew nothing of how to be quiet, Talking shit was their hobby, Of everything, they were snobby, Gossip was the mainstay of their diet.
Nonsense makes my heart so full, Especially in a world that can be so gloomful. Relish in the absurd, And perhaps what you’ll find cured, Is an empty cup of hope, now brimful.
I could not and would not be a ghost, To find a body for my spirit to host, Friendly or not, It all sounds so fraught, Though I would have all the time, the most.
How quickly the present becomes the past, How everything seems to move so fast, Take a deep breath in, And remember what has been, What you can still experience is vast.