Wooden Boots

These boots I have on are made of wood.
I wonder if they shouldn’t be, or if they should.
The clicking and clacking and fricking is fracking
and racking my ears cuz’ their shoosh-ness is lacking.
So I’m sorry to say that I’m sending them packing,
and they got a lot of stuff, so they better get cracking.

A Good Dog Named Spot

There once was a good dog named spot
Ambition and hope seemed his lot
Always wanting to sail
He stopped chasing his tail
And ran off to find his first yacht

How Many Times In A Row Can You Burble?

How many times in a row can you burble?
Can you do it 10 times without a slurble?
100 times with no hint of a gurble?
1,000 times sans a total flurble?!

If you can do something THAT verbal
without a slurble, gurble, or flurble,
I wonder how well I could burble.

The Worst Garden

I planted a garden Sunday
And by Monday it had rained
There was no Sun on Tuesday
And then Wednesday was a pain
My blisters popped on Thursday
Prickly weeds won Friday’s war
Still no sprouts on Saturday
On Sunday it was…no more.