EMOTIONS, ARRAYS AND SOME PLAY

We treat with drugs,
From pharmaceutical slugs,
Our emotions that aren't in array,

But, what we could do,
Is focus our minds to,
Making much more time for some play.

I WENT FISHING FOR SOME FISHES TO EAT LIMERICK

I went fishing for some fishes to eat,
To gather those fishes I used living worm meat,
But, the worms on the hook,
The fishes just took, 
Repeat and repeat and repeat.

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HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY

I pay homage on this day to my Irish-American grandmother, Flossie Helen Murphy and to her family who came to this land from a place called County Cork, Ireland.

I LIKE DESTROYING ANCIENT ART

Some say my mind is not too smart,
Because, I like destroying ancient art,
I like to show that stuff don't last,
Especially, stuff that's from the distant past,

When I see old idols I see red,
Especially, of religions now long dead,
Those ancient things, they mock my ways,
And I bring their end of days,

The old statues and pottery I will pound to dust,
So, in graven images none will trust,
Then, to my new idols all will bend their knees,
And, worship only the old oak trees.

THE HOOK, THE FOG AND, THE BEER

I went fishing and caught a hook in my ear,
It was so annoying that my boat I couldn't steer,
Then, there was the fog,
I didn't see the log,
And, my boat sank and I spilled all my beer.