Try the padlocked crypt
Dusty old bones a-mold’ring
Now I’m craving ribs
“Now I’m craving ribs”
complained Adam, but his wife
wanted apple pie.
wanted apple pie,
motherhood, American
good stuff. Where is it?
good stuff. Where is it?
It’s in a Maltese Falcon…
Stuff Dreams are made of
Stuff dreams are made of
Trip to Pismo Beach. Left turn
at Albuquerque.
At Albuquerque,
You’ll find no rabbit burrows
That make a left turn.
That make a left turn
And that will make a right turn
Driving 101
Driving 101:
Slower than Interstate 5
But much more scenic
But much more scenic
(my swimsuit-optional beach
plea fell on deaf ears)
Plea fell on deaf ears
“Let me live” begged the turkey
Happy Thanksgiving
Happy Thanksgiving
That’s easy for you to say
Turkey’s still frozen.
Turkey’s still frozen
Spuds unmashed, pumpkins un-pied
So…what’s for dinner?
So…what’s for dinner?
After five days, hopefully
You found some vittles.
You found some vittles,
And they are extra tender
With tire tracks on them
With tire tracks on them,
Muddy and beat up, the roads
To my childhood’s home
To “My Childhood’s Home”
by Abe Lincoln, no awards
have been awarded
“…have been awarded.
Those that didn’t get Nobels,
There’s always next year.”
“There’s always next year.”
I could win the lottery…
buy that Ferrari.
buy that Ferrari
Don’t Ruin Upholstery
With babes you pick up
With babes you pick up
Grasp them very carefully
Don’t want to drop one