What’s going on here I yelled to my wife, This is the worst year of my fast-aging-life. The pandemic for sure provides reasons to worry, The elections, the weather, my mind has gone blurry. 2020 ‘s a stinker, we can’t argue that, With my new covid workout my muscles are flat. Restaurants are closed and

When men and women go to bed, there are problems to be seen, Men have little habits sure, but women can be down right mean. They come to bed in funny gowns and curlers on their heads, But nothing can prepare these men for cold butts in their beds. Who made the rules about derrieres,

  When it comes to fashion, men are out to lunch. They don’t have a clue, a thought, or even a half-baked hunch. When the weather gets real hot and the asphalt turns to goo, Men look for short and tight and hate a dress called Muu. Guys say the dress is strange and oh

I was a young boy of eight, who just couldn’t wait, For Santa to come and not be too late. So, I climbed on the roof with a broom in my hand, To clean out the chimney, but as I started to stand, I stepped on a tile and slipped with my shoe, I dropped

In the morning hours when dawn breaks morning light, I stumble to the bathroom, and have a sudden fright. It’s there I see, in all her glory, the woman in my life, And I can tell as day begins there’s going to be some strife. She found the tube of toothpaste which didn’t really please

Down through the ages from time onto time, One type of food has been badgered, maligned. The Weenie it seems has gotten bad raps, From weird food to bad food for the dog it’s just scraps. But I’m here to say that the Weenie is strong, Not some quiche or pate, but slender and long.

Hunting is considered strictly for males, While women should stick to home cooking and sales. The guys say the gals don’t have enough skill, That they’re weak and they’re scared and too timid to kill. I found out the straight truth one long rugged day, I went hunting with women and saw how they play.