The next time that I lose a job
instead of sitting down to sob
a good buffoon I will employ
to make my firing a joy;
since scared my boss is of the clown --
I'm hoping that his heart shuts down.
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No matter what light's in the place,
the Donald's got a funny face.
It may be orange, maybe green;
it's sure the strangest ever seen
in the White House since Ol' Abe
(who never got fresh with a babe.)
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Superstitious I am not;
black cats with no curse are fraught.
Broken mirrors mean much less
than a blade of watercress.
Stepping on a sidewalk crack
will not break my mother's back.
Still, I'd rather not tempt fate
by ever guessing my wife's weight.
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