THE SOUP’S TOO HOT THE ENTREE’S TOO COLD
The butter’s much too hard
Fry my fish in butter
I just hate when you use lard
This year it hasn’t snowed enough
For us to all go skiing
The traffic’s always moving slow
No breaks will we be seeing
The cat’s too fat to run around
The dad-blamed dog just bit me
The car behind me’s much too close
I bet it’s going to hit me
Complaints in California say
We need precipitation
It’s drier here these days I fear
Than all across the nation
When water’s pouring from the sky
The folks won’t stop complaining
They’ll heave a sigh and then they’ll say
“I hate it when it’s raining!”

Thoughts? jeffburkhart@primetimerhymes.com

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