On Jesse and My River Run.
We’re promising hours of fun.
We’ll grab some ice cubes.
And jump in the tubes.
And float all day long in the sun.
Temper, Temper
StandardThere once was a hothead named Jake.
Whose engagement Vienna did break.
He got rather p!ssed.
And balled up a fist.
Which may be his biggest mistake.
Nowhere to Hide
StandardA word to celebrities who cheat.
And are forced to deal with their deceit.
The web, cells, and text.
Have your secrecy vexed.
Tough to keep your liasons discreet.
Weighing on My Mind
StandardLately what’s got me irate.
Is the packing on of extra weight.
Though to go for a run.
Wouldn’t be any fun.
Perhaps it is something I ate?
What?
StandardI’m going to be perfectly frank.
My mind is ‘most perfectly blank.
Finding something to say.
That’s brand new every day.
Is more difficult than you thank.
King George
StandardSan Antonio cannot wait
For the homecoming concert of Strait.
If, when seeking a seat.
You were met with defeat.
You should listen outside at the gate.
Trading Men
StandardI’ve heard from a very good source.
Sandra’s life is right back on course.
She’s bursting with joy.
From a new baby boy.
And her husband gets served a divorce.
Bugging Out
StandardMs. Paula Abdul is a star.
Who often acts rather bizarre.
A photographer fell.
And let go of his cell.
She thought they were bugging her car.
Pain in the Neck
StandardI’m not normally one to complain.
But today I am writhing in pain.
I crawled out of bed.
And I can’t move my head.
What a bad day to give up cocaine. (j/k)
Deadbeat Dad
StandardWhen showing up at Lindsay’s door.
With paps and policemen galore.
It’s really quite sad.
You’re less of a dad.
And more a publicty whore.