Turnip Waiting for a Train

Turnip waiting for a train

Somehow this all seems insane

Sits there with it’s suitcase

Fearful, that is has no a face

Though doesn’t move or even twitch

What if it was cursed by a witch?

So how can I watch and stay sane

Turnip is waiting for a train

On the Beach with Sasquatch

A man dreamt of sasquatch

Walking along the beach

While across the sky flashed by

Scenes of the man’s life he couldn’t reach

Two pairs of footprints was found

Where the man and the sasquatch had been

Except at the saddest moments of the man’s life

When only one pair of footprints was seen

Why Sasquatch?

Camel, Camel, Mouse

Camel has a hump

On which stands little Rump

But what is rump, I shall tell

He is a camel as well

On Rump's hump is Winston asleep

A mouse, makes sense, as he snores and peeps

This all may sound very strange to you

That’s because it is, the end I’m through

Night Train

I see a tired me

Blocking the fields of wheat

Blocked by the night

From my passenger seat

It is night now

But I shall arrive in day

Because on this train

I had much to pay

On the Tip of My Nose

On the tip of my nose

That suffers from a cold

I see something of woes

Something great to behold

I see a small snowman

On the tip of my nose

This means snow it surely can

Something everyone knows

Christmas Brew

Sitting at the pub with you

I have my very own Christmas brew

The froth is as white as the snow

And can hold all the Christmas things I know

A snow man with a branch and spade

A classic tree with a star that won’t fade

A best of all a sweet roasted turkey

That is what I in my beer pretend to see