We rely on Punxsutawney Phil.
And his prognosticating skill.
But if he is so bold.
As to order more cold.
He’ll be bar-be-qued on my grill.
Snap, Crackle…
StandardIt seems that whenever I fly.
When the plane’s 30,000 feet high.
My ears keep popping.
And they’re not stopping.
No matter what remedy I try.
Chuckle, Chuckle…
StandardWhen it comes to the rodeo shows.
We’re making sure everyone goes.
But if you’re going to call.
Without listening at all.
I’m afraid that we may come to blows. 🙂
Slipping Up
StandardLately I realize I’ve been lax.
While filling the new site with facts.
Like a very bad host.
I’ve forgotten to post.
And I certainly don’t want the axe.
Mom to the Rescue?
StandardBrad Pitt has yet to succumb
To being kept under Jolie’s thumb.
I’d say that it’s brave.
To hide out in his cave.
while Angie hangs out with his mum.
Toein’ the Line
StandardReturning to San Antonio.
I passed drivers with vehicles in tow.
To see more than three.
Seems excessive to me.
No wonder the traffic was slow.
Nice try
StandardThe guy who extorted Ol’ Dave.
And accused him of being a knave.
Tried to get the case dropped.
But his strategy flopped.
Now its HIS butt he’s trying to save.
Grocery Disposal
StandardIt put me in quite a bad mood.
When housekeeping tossed out my food.
But rather than pout.
I just had to dine out.
So my diet’s officialy screwed.
Rain Rain Go Away
StandardSo today marks our third day of rain.
And the streets here are quite slow to drain.
Though up North I am told.
It’s snowy and cold.
So I guess I’ve no right to complain.
Turn the Other Chin
StandardJay Leno is trying to imply.
That the network can kiss him goodbye.
But let’s not pretend.
He won’t stay in the end.
And doesn’t like to be the bad guy.
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