My allegiance

My allegiance

Roses aren't red
Violets aren't blue
It might not be nice
to be so precise
To you I'll always talk true

Ode to my gal

Ode to my gal

I love spending time with you
Our love is cemented with glue
You are a number 10
Which excites all men
And I certainly enjoy the view

It pays to advertise

It pays to advertise

A gal who was terribly shrill...
One cold eve could not get up a hill
So she began to loudly shout
Which brought the neighbors out
Then they helped her get out of the chill

He hated being awake

A man who was partial to gin.
Hated to see any day begin
He was very chronic
To order gin and tonic
Followed by a Mickey Finn

The presidential look

The presidential look

A fellow who looked like a hick
Saw a way to advance life a tick
He got tanning oils from a Bramah
Till he began to look like Obama
But he could never be as slick

Burnt out

Burnt out

A woman who ran a campaign
Saw her plans go down the drain
When a sudden fiery crash
Turned her hopeful to ash
As she was thrown from the plane

If at first you don't succeed

A fellow was way off his game
All of his putt shots went lame
Then he shortened his stroke
And gave each ball a poke
And put the other players to shame