Children were playing inside
With a big tube of glue
It was very bleak outside
And they had nothing else to do
Glue is very sticky
And is handy to stick
Things into a scrapbook
That you used to have to lick
They took the cap off the glue
Then started to have a fight
Who was going to use it first
It was then the glue took flight
It landed on the family cat
Who wasn't that impressed
The cat had glue all over him
He looked miserable and depressed
One of the boys grabbed the tube
That lay open on the floor
He accidentally trod on it
And it squirted up the door
Then his little sister
Who was only five
Slipped over on that gooey glue
And sat in it and cried
I am all wet and sticky
I do not want to play this silly game
About this time the others
Were feeling just the same
The glue had lost its attraction
The children stood in awe
They did not know what action to take
As Dad appeared at the door....
Maniac Who Loved Money
Trump was maniac who loved money;
Acting foolish thinking he was funny;
He went out and had affair on a dare;
All of his supporters are full of despair;
Died when water boarded by his honey.
(Or was it with honey.)
Cremated By Someone Related
Trump's dead body was sticky subject;
Had heard that someone it did select;
Turned out to be someone related
Who had his cruddy body cremated
Before every body it did infect.
Every body needs a body sometime.
Is that the song Dean Martin sang
With an Italian twang.
Jim Horn.
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