My Grass and Mole Cricket
My grass is being killed by mole cricket,
Even beneath my fence that is a picket;
Grass is dying;
We are crying;
Do wish there is way that we can lick it.
Hipperity hipperity hop
bunny so full he could pop
squeezes down his hole
bumping into mole
who gave his ear a sound wop
How is my soul
Stuck in black hole?
Am in God's hands
Pass testing lands
No longer blind like mole!
Must remain upbeat because negativity sucks
Builds mountains out of mole hills, now there's the crux
It's mind over matter
Keep climbing that ladder
Always remain upbeat coz life's constantly in flux
© Jack Ellison 2016
On a head, there lived a louse,
It was this itchy louse's house.
Mr Magoo was a mole,
Who lived in a deep, dark hole.
BANG! the head just shot a grouse!
There was an old Witch with a beauty-mole
On her nose that looked like an ugly troll.
Spook, her hungry cat,
Like a bobcat sat,
Tail wagged, lost self-control and left a hole.
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Floyd was having an affair with the soil
Something in the ground made his passions boil
He dug a real deep hole
Up popped a New York mole
She slapped poor Floyd ~ I'm not that kind of 'goil!'
Wearing her see through outfit was bold
Wind came through that made her butt cold
She called out for heat
That shot through her teeth
What a sight, she looked like a mole