Backyard dandelions
have parachuted upwards,
on heavenly breezes.
The mower gave them a kick-start,
then they ascended; some to tickle
ears and noses.
Ride along garden cowboy,
your straw fieldhands hat,
is full of sunny sweat.
Old black dog
long past its time,
jiggles its hairy hind -
a hot tamale wagging the sky.
Small town
brown rabbits scoot the air.
Honeybunch arrives with cold beer.
Soon the gas guzzler
will dawdle, decide to die happy,
its clattering engine
between khaki shorts
sputters
upon a stubby green.
Orbiting Sol
dandelion children
return
loaded with raindrops
to wet the whiskers
of a fat tabby cat.
Now where did lumpkins go?
Under the hedgerow
feline gums yawn wide.
The tank's getting low
The needle's on 'E'
And I already owe
A gold mine to BP.
So I look at the prices
Anything under four bucks?
I'll be eating beans and rices
Because this gas guzzler sucks...
...My account dry and flaccid.
On the verge of poverty.
I'll need an antacid
'Cuz this gas is killing me.
I used to fill my tank with a fist full of ones
But now I have a choice between crying or writing puns.
Don't stand there looking like,
you don't understand,
I am speaking clearly,
you show off man.
Riding on my bumper,
then I had to stop,
oh your breaks didn't work,
your head is full of rocks.
You were in a hurry,
with no where to go,
and then you got mad,
I was driving to slow.
Don't think they will buy it,
I know I do not,
they hear this sort of thing,
an awful lot.
Driving that gas guzzler,
making all kinds of noise,
looks to me like,
you need a smaller toy.