New
Doodles and Joe Spaghetti Two| Mork from York By Joe Spaghetti  My wife's dog is a little Zoe and Zoe. She will wave (not wag) her tail to say hello. She's a curly tailed bit of a lap hog, Who has graduated from being a school dog: She knows sit, stand, wait, stay, Heel, come, down and pray. Her color is tawny And for a midget she's kinda brawny. I would be too If I ate like you-know-who. Her mixed breed is an American vogue, But ofttimes the lass will dog talk wit' bit o' the brogue (She softly bargles when she's not supposed to yip Except when fetching exuberance makes her slip) |
Shoe Fly By Joe Spaghetti  Bad batters hit infield flies, Mad hatters sip tea with house flies, Some campers peg tent flies, Crosswords contain half flies (The tse from tsetse flies) Actors get butterflies A garbage truck has four wheels and flies A roaring fire can make a flu fly "Waiter there's a soup in my fly" An open barn door is really a half masted fly Which can be avoided by buying a button down fly You might miss an appointment Because there's a fly in the ointment There's May flies, Crane flies and Caddis flies And anglers catch trout by tying these flies When bothered with dripping dread You can shoo fly, shoo fly Unless that fly is a deer fly And bites you on top of the head. |
Viaduct? Why not a chicken? When I’m chicken, I won’t play ‘possum, I won’t think that the sky is fallin’, I won’t droop like a weepin’ willow, And I won’t put my head under a pillow. I will honor my tears And rise up to face my fears. I won’t sigh and I won’t low, I won’t decry the fire down below, I won’t cringe and cower, And I won’t hide under the covers. I will let my heart quicken And my blood thicken As I take a lickin’ And call for Super Chicken. |
Oh dear Do you have any dough? A sawbuck, a bit or a bill? Could you let the currency flow? Or would you fawn a lapse at the till And let slip somethin' to me (Like a clam, a fin or a cee)? It won't cost you a thing, You'd just be gambling With self respect and misdemeanor crime (And perhaps some jail time). Or will honesty prevail upon you When no one is watching you? |
Shuffle off to Buffalo The bison once were as grass across the crest Of all the plains of the American mid-west Until shot and wasted by skinners Who sold only the hides to the corporate sinners. Now the North American buffalo Has numbers enough that it will not go The way of the passenger pigeon. The buffalo will live on Due to demand for meat On buns of North American whole wheat. |
Is it clammy in here? Why'd you clam up? I wish't you'd spoke yer mind. I mean, wha's up? Are you d' kind? Has d' herb kept you inside? Ja wants you outside Feelin' irie for your fellow Wahine or kane, bro'. It's pearl and coral, It's colonial and it's imperial. You might be mellow, Or you might be yellow, But either way you gotta be Friendly, Communicative, active, And you...you just gotta live. |
UCI anteater The anteater has a hoary tail About how his stripe belongs in jail. He'll lick any ant in town. He'll lick the uncles too. So now bow down To the Irvinite of the zoo That reps the only team in town! |
Snail male I came across your slime trail And I wondered about your drive, Your quests, your travails. What makes you come alive? Is it a slow trek under burden Or a restful day in the garden? Do you ever come out of your shell? Do you ever make hell On a Saturday night? Or is it just not worth the fight? Perhaps, some day, our paths will meet Until then, I hope you go Safely, my little escargot. |
Copyright © 2015 by Joe Pivetti