Every Friday, my mate the sailor, went adventuring, down low,
He went cruising with his big submarine, to places, he did not know,
He would dive down a couple of leagues,
Slipped on his rubber battle fatigues,
That way he never worried, about any place he happened to go.
I once had an enormous chicken, and his name was Little Dick,
Little Dick was a feisty, rooster, and his comb was long and thick,
Dick's friend was an itsy, bitsy Beagle,
The Beagle was taken by an eagle,
The eagle grabbed the Beagle to feed to its last surviving chick.
I visited my friend Trina, She's lodged in the town, clink,
Trina fell off a low garden wall, after too much to drink,
Someone called for the cops,
Sirens raced through all stops,
I bought Trina a dress for court; it's long, frilly and pink.
Dynamite, Boom, Up
Up, Up, Boom, Boom, Metal, Hunks
Down, Crash, Money, Burns
Trina went out into the primordial woods, and found a three tailed sloth,
The huge sloth was dressed in black, with black makeup, in a style sort of goth,
Crunching bones and making flesh tears,
The sloth was eating grisly bears,
Trina was a sloth tax advisor, and sold him an IRA, called Roth.
A big tree fell at the top of a forest hill,
Nobody heard it, except maybe, Forest Phil,
Phil did not hear the fall for long,
Before he heard an angel song,
Poor old Phil was the first, hilltop tree, kill.
I cannot afford groceries, boohoo, boohoo,
We voted in a criminal, what can we do?
How could anyone know,
How bad things would go,
I fear our election, the whole world will rue.
I always love my sandalwood tea,
It just tastes awfully good, to me,
You find the flavor in the store soaps,
Sometimes, the kind sold on the soap ropes,
Caution: Tea before bed makes one wee.
I went to beg the oligarchs for a bag of dried, red beans,
My kids are just all skin and bone, and dying from the too leans,
The ollies all said no,
Now my kids won't grow,
I won't have to worry about clothes; the kids won't outgrow their jeans.
I don't believe in learning science, any science at all,
Why hurt my brain leaning science, when I can play pretty ball,
Pretty ball, pretty ball,
I can play with pretty,
When I need more, I'll steal it from mom's wallet, or pretty mall.
I best get down to the grocery store,
My leaders have declared a big trade war,
Food prices are real high,
They'll soon sail to the sky,
We were in great pain; we voted for more.
I went to grammar school today, but I did not get any meals,
Government fellas shut them down, so they could see what they could steals,
Mama says that we're grocery poor,
Her check too small to afford a store,
Today I know how granny feels, because they canceled Meals On Wheels.
Foster is a nightingale, and at night he sings,
After eating dinner, of bugs and other things,
Foster had to quite, quickly marry,
His egg-filled girlfriend, Carrie,
In this case fatherhood, clipped poor old Foster's wings.
I know the world is in great flux. Every day can seem overwhelming. Especially, when we put on our shoes, and head out the door, toward a future that is either uneventful, repetitive, mundane, or a future full of unexpected turmoil, fear and perhaps pain and loss. Unfortunately, you'll have to learn to handle it alone, because the rest of us are already burdened with our own problems.
My advise is to get a pet worm to ease your anxieties. They're much cheaper to feed than a dog, cat or goldfish, and you can take your worm to work with you. Just put a little dirt in a matchbox, and your worm can travel everywhere with you. If you start feeling lonely or depressed, try petting and playing with your worm. Your worm will probably respond in kind to your attention. Usually, they get all slimy. Not sure if that's good or bad.
Try a pet worm. Let me know in the comments, how it turns out.
Leigh
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I voted for a politician, and to my surprise,
All he told to me turned out to be lies, and, lies and lies,
We changed him for a king,
Here's the bad, awful thing,
When I couldn't pay his new taxes, I was hung, then I dies.
I traveled to Greenland to see me some grass green,
It is the greenest place, I have ever done seen,
I spied me, a big killer whale,
He had a chunk out of his tail,
I bet that missing chunk made that whale, super mean.
Mama couldn't afford to buy me milk, so I got a bad case of the rickets,
I tried catching little black bugs to eat, but was way too weak to snatch the crickets,
I did try,
Not to die,
Next I'll go to the bologna factory; just past the protests and pickets.