Witty

Witty is such a pity

Why can't you ever say hi

Just bark at your owner Mark

So mere, can't make it more clear

Call, and I'll throw you a ball

Call, and I won't shout at all

You Clog! just act like a dog

Oh, Witty such a pity

Cassey

Cassey
On the day of our assay
At break went out of school
After being called a fool
The school had a search
Through beyond the school perch
And after a shock and flitch
Cassey was at the bottom of a ditch

OH NO!!!

Orphan Subject Boys

In the hive of hypnosis
A hive no one ever noticed
Is a processing unit for boys
Where the orphans go who make too much noise
There they make a change
Into something too strange
Lascivious young subjects
Wanting nothing but Sex

OH NO!!!

Pigween

Pigween

Remained to be seen

Yet no on was keen

To ever have been

A friend of Pigween

Which she found mean

Despite how clean

She was as a teen

What a mean scene

Thought poor Pigween

Young Alan & Fleas

At lunchtime, Young Alan could play with no one 

The games kids played might be too wild

Too much for Young Alan to play along

He hid away, a different child

Little did the kids know

The sky was patrolled by harmful fleas

Ready to fly and flow

Into the hair of a child with ease

In the far corner of the playground he sprang

Young Alan playing his own calm game

Not being in his own friend group or friend gang

Something that has often been the same

A perfect host was found

He was skipping and jumping in the far

corner of the playground

Which all the fleas found very bizarre

While very deep into his fun own world

An incursion was felt in his hair

First a small itch, that Young Alan tried to furl

out, for it brought him to much despair

Success, a soft landing

The fleas had made it to the lonely boy

Next was to start expanding

To find other children’s heads to ploy

Young Alan’s hair started to burn from the itching

While not watching where he was going

He scampered, wandered and was hectically twitching

As the itching went ongoing

He was a juicy host

The fleas enjoyed camping in his fair hair

Who was itching the most?

The fleas asked each other in their bran-new lair

Young Alan’s itching was driving him insane

However he stopped as soon as he saw

a group of kids playing their very own game

A game that did not look too wild at all

Young Alan knew he wanted to join in

The kids thought the very same way

Why he only realized now, didn’t mind to him

So the kids decide to let Young Alan play

All the fleas where blessed

Alan had brought them fields they could soy

So many heads to invest

The fleas flew to every kids head with joy

Bean

Bean was as listless child, now a listless teen, nothing excited her and she said so little.  She was never proud of anything and her family never felt appreciated for the few great things they did.

At Christmas Bean never tried to be happy with the others. She acted more frivoled to the Christmas spirit by usually remaining quiet. When the turkey finally arrived Bean’s mother demanded that she would stop being so quiet and be social to her family. Bean did not obey what was demanded, instead she smiled to herself. Bean stood up and walked to the kitchen, to collect something. The family silently watching her go, until eventually getting attracted by their food again. On reentering, she cast an unnerving spirit that made everyone feel dismal. Nobody could eat right or celebrate a happy Christmas, instead all were quiet under the uncomfortable way of Bean. Her parents wailed in fear for Bean to stop acting so, so, they simply didn’t know how she was acting. It went one for one hour, until something horrific was to the entire family. Despite of Bean’s awareness to her promiscuity, her parents as well as Bean were never heard from again.  Their house has never been entered nor has anyone every left it ever since.

Mr. Speck

A mote, I see
How can this be
An odd specimen won't you agree
Your work is worth
Nothing on the earth
Unless you decided to sallow my girth
That came out wrong
Actually it came out strong
Bite on my dong
It is were you belong
Also I'll let your art piece pass when your finished

Once part of the Candy Cult

Once part of the Candy Cult

They made me wear a silly hat

A jumper with a too warm result

A crazy skirt with a tight format

Don't be part of the Candy Cult

It's confusing and incredibly dum

You would soon know it was all you fault

And everyone would call you scum

Machete Man

Are you quite sure of that
The hard, shape, metal bat
Are trying to be tough or would like a spat
Because no women enjoys such items
Not matter how shiny they are
You look more like you would rather bite'm
Leaving behind a real and metaphorical scar

Factory Closed

Look at what I have done
See that sign that I've hung
It's the truth but factory's closed now my son
For the economy is on clasping
There's no more workers around to pay
While everyone home keeps on gasping
Until we sit, and find out a much better way

What

What are you staring at

You wretched little prat

Are you hurt by my shirt

Don't just stare it's simply fair

As well as my own opinion

Now what are you laughing at

You senseless weasel twat

My crotch! you better watch

Laugh now, and watch me powd 

you into the ground

The Blue Light

So much depends upon
Morris Jr. running along
Before his new job has gone
To some one like John
If only Morris wasn't so large
He wouldn't have to shift and barge
But what's that in the bushy sight
A mysterious blue bright light
Morris Jr. tempted by the thing
Is speechless when it starts to speaking to him
Asking, "Morris Jr. please touch me"
Huh..
Ok..
ZAPP..
Four hours later
Morris Jr. had missed his job
He went home and when he walked he sobbed
But something had changed about him, that
made him less heavy as he wasn't fat
ANYMORE

Hydracola

Save the last plant Hydracola

From any horror or predator

Don't save the infernal plant

Thousand protestors chant

Save the Hydracola

SAVE the Hydracola

it is no poisonous plant

Persevere it

Bear it

SAVE it

The Hydracola Plant

It is not poisonous

Mr. Jokovice's New Radio Play

AppleJax was playing on the radio
An adaptation of his play written long ago
Mr. Jokovice never respected any rendition
Of his very first written edition
Though the radio play was strange
It had gone through a very large change
It was satire a comedic rendition that
made Mr. Jokovice laugh all night at

Fennec Fox Vinz

Went for a hunt
With pack and Vinz
I weren't in front
But back with Vinz
Vinz had a plan
To get more food
"All that we can"
So we pursued
To the hedge heath
Just me and Vinz
With our teeth
Hunting begin
What to hunt though?
Vine never said
What is the foe?
Have I been mislead?
Vinz made me be bate
For what we hunted
I had to wait
Not to get blunted
Vinz never came back
What had he done
I ran to the pack
I wasn't having fun

Otta

Otto knew what to do
To break his parcel through
Bash it with a rock
To make it unlock
BASH BASH BASH BASH BASH
The parcel was now a mash
What was inside should not be smashed
It was a gift from his ex wife Tash

Henry Hare & Burnett

Henry Hare & Burnett finally

Travelled to the great valley

To start a family as pregnant was Burnett

So no need to panic or to fret

Yet

On the way to the valley they went

When labour accord early than it had meant

Burnett was in pain

Henry Hare went insane

Then all went still

Not a swish turn or a thrill

Not a baby nor a Burnett was found

All lay lifeless on the ground

So much for a family now

After Henry Hare made Burnett that vow

Mr. Bottom

Mr. Bottom
I worked for in the autumn
To save park NEW LEAF
For it filled me with grief
to see all it's life get hurt
And stop the digging of the dirt
Yet something Mr. Bottom hides
For no one else seems to be on his side
Should I trust him as much
As park New Leaf trust him as such

From Grandpa

A cabinet sat on his snooker table
One Lillian had never seen before
Did anyone say she was enable
To open the cabinet door
So she did and inside she found
A beautiful model of a ship
Precisely painted and perfectly round
Out to set sale on a sea trip
But below the ship were several ship sets
Ready to be painted like so
A note for Lillian so she would not forget
Reading "For Lillian from Grandpa" who had died long ago

Mr. Ghoulin

Mr. Ghoulin
He was a friend I thought
Like my kin
There was so much he taught
Lonely me
No one ever listened or cared
Now I see
Our feelings can now be shared
No, I should be scared
Mr. Ghoulin is not what I though he was
As much as I trusted him, because
He chased me through his house with a spade
I thought he cut me up with the spade's sharp blade
The man was insane in the sad end
Though I thought he was my only friend

Meditating Grandma

Grandma alone
Stands alone for the last time
She meditates on her own
This time
Cleansing her thoughts like always
Her own thoughts not her families
They can sod off for all she cares
She meditates for her own mind
Until her family leaves
And she freezies to death

Oh Vin Kramer

Oh Vin Kramer
Disclaimer
Verdict you lost
What did it cost
Now you are sad
Usually mad
You simply miss
Your husband's kiss

Argyle the Badger

Badger Argyle
Rest in a pile
In the Badgers nest
Rest went on a quest
Argyle stays put
Right in the nest soot
Then hungry he gets
Food outside he bets
Argyle now out
walks walks walks about
Did he return home
Or is he alone