I have the outhouse in view
I had grandma’s squirrel stew
Dessert was a tart
I will not dare fart
I will sit in my own pew
*in honor of Jan's Birthday tomorrow*
The Squirrel climbed a tree in a dash
While climbing he got a big gash
He went to the store
In through the door
But soon found he forgot his cash
In grammar school the boys had fun
Even though not one had a gun
They'd stalk a girl
Trying to shoot squirrel
But not one ever even saw one
The Man from the Wirral
A gluttonous old man from the Wirral,
Was partial to eating cold Squirrel.
He thought of the flavour divine,
Washed down with vintage Oak Wine.
Such a greedy old man of the Wirral
Boris and Natasha's minds were awhirl
As the Russia probe facts did unfurl.
Let's end the confusion
There was no collusion
Was fake news of moose and of squirrel.
A squirrel in a house he'd not been in before
Grabbed a mouthful of peanuts and ran for the door
He tripped on a mat
And then he fell flat
And his nuts rolled across the floor!
A squirrel collecting some corn,
Now is wishing he’d never been born.
Caught himself in a trap,
The door shut with a snap;
Now he sits there hungry and forlorn!
Relax my friends, if you feel life's an empty cup
Could be a squirrel who forgot where he buried his nuts
There's always a bright side
Don't run away and hide
When you wake, look for a girly's buttock to touch
bushy tailed squirrel runs around oak
wet violet dew gives them plenty of soak
grass is so green
snake barely seen
little mouse is about ready to croak