Original cartoons by Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)













As I in my airplane flew, towing a banner long,
A corkscrew I decided to do,
And did tie my tail in a knot,
For in my haste, I did forget.

Forgot to dot my “i” and cross my “t”
And then when around I did turn,
Caught my banner in my prop,
Now St. Pete only lets me cloud dust.

© Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)















Chris was a very large moose.
He was fancy-free and footloose.
He was quite handsome,
Worth a king’s ransom,
Until he dyed his fur chartreuse.

Paul (AHikingDude@aol.com)



















Although Minnie was dirt poor she never was a bore
She had a charisma you could not ignore
Her house was so clean you could eat off the floor
On quiet nights you could hear her snore
Which made us love her more
Minnie could sing like no one before
People said her voice was galore
So she went on tour
And was dirt poor no more.

© Calabrase (Calabrase@aol.com)
















A group of three figurines sat on the shelf,
Royal Doulton, Irish Bleeke, and Delft.

Royal Doulton had a periwinkle hat of blue;
Irish Bleeke portrayed a bloke who'd doffed a few.

Delft was jealous of Periwinkle Blue.
She had loved Paddy the bloke, since nineteen o two.

One night Delft had enough and twisted Periwinkle's lace.
They all came down crashing all over the place.

© Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)














Friend?

It never ends, her circle of friends,
All those people on whom she depends
For personal news,
Which she can then use
As gossip that to more “friends” she sends.

© RickMack (jotoma@bellsouth.net)














I would've sent a hug to you
But I ran into a bug-a-boo.
Arms are tied behind my back,
Sleeves are tight got no slack.

Blowing kisses in the air,
In your direction, Over THERE!
I will save this hug for you
When I get out of this bug-a-boo.

© Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)

















I was hiking once on Allamuchy.
A pileated woodpecker was doing the hoochie-coochy.
When mulberries ferment,
They become quite potent.
Remember: Never fly if you’re drinking the hoochie.

© Paul (AHikingDude@aol.com)














White feathers falling,
I'll never forget.
Watching Grandma out on the farm.
Getting that chicken ready to fix,
Off came the head,
Then dunked in hot water,
And the feathers were picked,
It was not a pleasant sight,
It would put a kid in pure fright,
But fried up nice and brown,
It was such a nice delight.

© Marilyn J (Ibem28@aol.com)


















With the turn of a key, he opened the door.
Removed his hat, and crossed the floor.
Then in the bedroom, he removed his clothing,
And was met with screams of anger and loathing.
"Get out of here, you no good louse,"
He forgot she had thrown him out of the house.

© Frannie (Frannie516@aol.com)
















Mulish

A mule is so recalcitrant,
It can be infuriating,
Always pretending that it can’t,
While balking and hesitating.

With complaints, you’ll hear it braying,
As it gives you the evil eye.
In mule talk, we know it’s saying,
“You can’t make me, don’t even try!”

Venture too near to its derriere,
And you’ll be sore for quite a while.
It will kick you into the air -
Such rudeness is simply its style.

To make it move, you must use force -
Why do you think its ears protrude?
They’re for yanking, unlike the horse,
With user friendly attitude.

© RickMack (jotoma@bellsouth.net)















A foolish man had a foolish wife,
They wore foolish shoes and were a foolish sight.


Foolish is in the eye of the beholder I'm told,
The man and his wife's shoes for a fortune were sold.


They once had belong to the Beatle's it seems.
They were manufactured in Nashville
by a company for Ringo to fulfill a dream.


The couple were great fans and had found them
in an estate auction for sale.
Now the were resold for a fortune,
And that's the end of my tale.

© Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@msn.com)
















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