SWEET CANDY CIGARETTES, AND ALL THE DEAD GRANDPARENTS

 I went looking for some sweet, candy cigarettes for my kid,

I could not find them anywhere, like their existence is hid,

My kid is really, tantrum mad,

He wants to smoke like mom and dad,

Kid never knew any gramps or grandmas; cigs killed them all, sad.

FATHER FOSTER'S EGGS AND WINGS

 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.