Though I can’t seem to find a link.
My truck’s really started to stink.
I’ve searched high and low.
But the cause, I don’t know.
It smells like I’m housing a mink.
2 1/2 years til Change!
StandardThere once was a pres named Barack.
Who’s message of Hope is a crock.
He thinks he’s a hero.
By tacking on zero’s.
And putting our country in hock.
Inking his Downfall
StandardIt seems now that Jesse’s ex-wife.
May be trying to ruin his life.
Cuz this tattoed gal.
Is also her pal.
And caused all this marital strife.
Monster Libido
StandardThere once was an actress named Sandy.
Who’s husband’s a little too randy.
He could hardly refuse.
A ‘bombshell’ with tattoos.
Her pre-nup just might come in handy.
Erin Go Bragh!
StandardI want you to know it’s OK.
To celebrate St. Patrick’s Day.
So go Kiss the Blarney.
And shake your Shillelagh.
‘Cuz everyone’s Irish today!
F-ABBA-lous
StandardLast night at the Rock Hall of Fame.
Though just two of the four them came.
ABBA gets in.
A mighty big win.
Now we all know The Name of The Game.
St. Pat’s Eve (eve)
StandardI’m happy that its nearly here.
The very best day of the year.
With corned beef cuisine.
And clothes that are green.
And many pitchers of green beer.
One Corey now
StandardIt’s sad news about Corey Haim.
Who’s died and the drugs are to blame.
We loved all his flicks.
But he needed the fix.
That comes with the trappings of fame.
What’s in a Name
StandardLohan’s lawyers are suing E*Trade.
For using ‘Lindsay’ without getting paid.
They say it’s implied.
Cuz she’s always fried.
But a jury will never be swayed.
I Hate Mondays
StandardSo here’s how my Monday began.
The electronic s#!t hit the fan.
The computer is broke.
Which is really no joke.
I may have to open a can!