The work was blue-collar
“Are you my brother?”
I stepped on a piece of glass
Lonely
High on a cliff was a hermit
A dead-ringer for Dylan McDermott
He said "woe is me…
Cos I have to pee…
Hand me some TP and I will sign it
But would swear at the moon
So clumsily cut
That doesn’t rhyme.
How 'bout …
It wasn’t a chore
We have the same eyes
*changed to make the meter fit
A broken beer bottle
And mildewing, but
And hum ‘Claire de Lune’
The Killer
I once kept a head in a jar
The most beautiful blue eyes, by far!
So clumsily cut
And mildewing, but
Who cares now that I’ve passed the Bar
But the other replies,
That’s cause I married your mother
Quote:
The Ants
One ant said to another
“I think you might be my brother -
We have the same eyes”
But the other replies,
I think your aunt is my mother
It’s a loose rhyme. I’m channeling Maya Angelou… 
The Moon
My sister was so lycanthropic
She scarcely could stay ‘on-topic’
But would swear at the moon
And hum ‘Claire de Lune’
As her fur became more macroscopic.
A lady whose slightly obese,
with manners slightly from Greece
once boarded a ship
Try some Drano. 
A lady whose slightly obese,
with manners slightly from Greece,
once boarded a ship,
in the hopes of a quick skinny dip
Oh, the meter is off on that first line-
how about:
Reccomended to try some Drano,
Twickster did complain-o
Maya Angelou sucks
So instead save your bucks
And take a nice vacation on a plane-o
(and it rhymes!)
“Bravo” shouted twicks in reply…
Bow, bow (glad you liked it!). Alright, back to work…