To keep my brain from foggin'
I wear my Stetson hat
It does wonders for my noggin
I've learned to count on that
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Creating poems for laughter
May be glee that I contrive
But the laughs that follow after
Is my goal well worth the strive
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Doctor, Doctor, hear me out
I fear I've got poetic gout
I'm in the need of diagnosis
Inform me of my rhyme prognosis
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My father had the right idea
Whenever he would scold me
“I’ll tell you when I’m wrong”, he said
But, alas, he never told me
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With little success at hair retention
I've one strand left of small dimension
Scalped this way, I'm not enthralled
One-stranded now, I'm follicle-y bald
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When a cannibal man is thinking of choosing his just dessert
Must his family, friends and neighbors go on a red alert?
If his main dish consisted, of people fricassee
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Books that are comprised
Of words too oversized
Will most often be apprised
As writing that is wrong
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How do people know they know
Those things they are cocksure of?
Certainty does overflow
When acting so assured of
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Poets rhyme with words
Dancers dance with grace
Sounds of music’s heard
In notes we all embrace
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I think it’s most implausible
We come from apes or monkeys
Yet I wouldn’t be surprised at all
To learn we come from donkeys
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