The Monkey
There once was a monkey one autumn
Doctor’s Visit
I said to my doctor, "I’m sure
I Hate Spiders
There’s spiders up there in my attic
Hot Enough For You?
The streets are all wintery white
The Poet
The first line is easy to figure
Have at it. 
There absolutely must be a cure
For the symptoms I show
If there’s not, do you know
This cold weather is such a blight
Doctor’s Visit
I said to the doctor, "I’m sure
There absolutely must be a cure
For the symptoms I show
If there’s not, do you know
Did I get this from being unpure?
Our oxygen froze
My thoughts tend to wander
Some mornings I ponder
Who liked to stick things up his bottom
A reality axiomatic
Except where they’re brown from the shite
Blow me.
Dang, should have previewed.
Whether summer is blessing or spite.
The Monkey
There once was a monkey one autumn
Who liked to stick things up his bottom
Like a nut-gathering vole
With a nut-filled @$$-hole
Which explains why the crocodile caught 'im.
The spiders wear shoes
From the elephant herds
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The second will come even quicker.
Hot Enough For You?
The streets are all wintery white
This cold weather is such a blight
And our toes and our nose
Hot Enough For You?
The streets are all wintery white
This cold weather is such a blight
My thoughts tend to wander
Some mornings I ponder
Whether to stay in bed until night!
At four hundred below Fahrenheit.
The third is a stretch