The arms of the willow started to sway
and this curious glow rippled my way.
While flirting with my feet,
nature played a song so sweet.
The lake our dance floor 'til the sun's first ray.
In winter when snow softly falls
Sid snowman clutches his snow balls
He says I feel chilly
There’s frost on my willy
I hope it melts when nature calls!
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Run, jump, scream, duck, dodge and leap
Try to stay on your running feet
Honey in the hive
The bees are alive
Run, jump, scream, don't fall and leap!
Any pretty woman turned his head
He liked them all so it is said
Then one day to his surprise
They no longer caught his eye
His sexual desire totally died
From upon a ladder’s high ledges
It’s time to trim up the edges
Each critical slice
Makes topiary nice
And forms the most pleasing hedges
A golden made tank but with a small leak
among one’s nature’s crew, mistakes still speak
speed of perfection is slow
on morals, will always owe
on a board so white a faint ink can sneak.
There once was a crude Irish knave
Who hid deep within Fingal’s cave.
He felt it safe there to flee,
Thinking “naught could get to me”
Until swept away by a wave.
Cassidy was a curious dog;
One day he walked into a bog,
Coming out, he looked about,
He couldn't see and began to pout;
Because he’s a sludge caked dog!
A butcher named Richard McCall
Attended a naturist ball.
But at registration,
Due to refrigeration,
His name tag read "Dickie McSmall".
I love things in nature that flock and herd
yet as a birdwatcher my lens gets blurred.
Not in the forest's deep far reach
but with my spyglass at the beach
eyein' the tanned large breasted booby bird!
Once was a gal who felt so alone
Tornato came up rooted farms home
Landed on wicked witch
Munchkins came out of ditch
Gave dog lollypops instead of bone
The stars so bright
On this moonlit night
The waves roll to shore
Nights like this I want more
The beach at midnight
There was a fat pickrel from Perth.
Saddled with little self worth.
He befriended a perch.
Who lived bye a birch.
Then ate him ,increasing his girth.
Dark matter makes scientists sweat
Their telescopes can't find it...yet
What's lost could be found
If they’d just turn around
And gaze at a sexy brunette
An Italian once courted my Aunt
Who was bitten by ants in his pants
So he screamed, "Mama Mia!"
"I got the gonorrhea!"
That's when he learned the frying pan dance!
Watched a nature program about Africa last night
And the animals that roam free what a glorious sight
Survival of the fittest
Can make us grimace
As the prey succumbs in a fight for their life
Hard to watch!!!
© Jack Ellison 2015
The nature surrounds us everywhere
In deep running water or high flying air
So we need not to complain
We have to forget our pain
Let's look at natural beauty and stare
A birdsnest hairdo
Birds sit in the dew
Said the bird, "let us fly!"
Said the other, "lets sing a lullaby!"
So they flew overtop singing and did
big do do!
There once was a man,
Who carved him a boat.
It was out of the cheese,
That he milked from his goat.
The first one he failed,
So he made him a note.
Never use Swiss,
Because it won’t float!
My eco car runs on natural gas
Naught to sixty, what a blast
It runs like a dream
Refueled by baked beans
All free from a humans ass
Mosquito with a bloody mission
Taking what's mine without permission
Loss of blood and a bump
Itchy scratch with a lump
Donation of blood, no commission
There once was an eponym maligned
Whose gender was quietly confined
Now away with your fears!
Turn those tears to cheers!
As nature intends your defined!
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Oceans, woods, abused, confused!
Mother nature not amused!
Her bellies aching.
Mistakes we're making!
Time pollution was defused!
There is an old man of the ocean,
To marine life is his devotion.
We have to put right,
Marine waters plight.
Or suffer our own devolution!
In the midst of the instinct to mate
she went sniffing around for a date
and once on the scent
all her energy spent
succumbed to spring’s arduous fate
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