I have two leather pouches I carry,
With coins that will make you contrary.
The silver coin returns,
As most everyone learns
The gold turns to leaves, light and airy.

Oh Mortals, do you think me a fool?
As for my crock of gold, you do drool.
I did bury it so good,
It could be where you stood,
Cause I think your as blind as a mule..

If you catch me, I will guarantee,
A great wealth if allowed to go free.
But you better take care,
I can vanish in air,
And that will be the last you see me.

What can we do about terrorism?
We know it’s a form of barbarism
So get a Pygmy tribe
And make them circ u mscribe
Until there is no terror in him.

OK a simple solution to drought
And something that will not make you pout
Drill a hole through the earth
To a great ocean of worth
But please don’t try to drown the Boy Scout.

After the hole in the earth was dug
Global warming might not be so smug
Would have to wait and see
And move to Tennessee
To be safe as a bug in a rug.

Now that we all live in Tennessee
Let’s take care of the racism plea
Paint everyone purple
And give them a nurple
Then watch them scream like a small banshee.

There’s the corrupt government at last
Fire them all in one great big gas blast
Give it to kids aged six
To see what they can fix
No worse than what we had in contrast.

Once upon a time there was a Prince,
Whose Queen mother he had to convince.
Royalty she demands.
To help rule our fine lands.
And just the thought of this made him wince.

The young Prince fell in love with a lass,
Whose family did not have any class.
But he loved her the best,
But could she pass the test?
That his Queen mother said they must pass.

The test was made by royal decree,
And it consisted of one small pea.
To be slept on at night,
That in the morning light,
Only a princess would be cranky.

Now the prince was so worried and sad,
At the thought that his love would wake glad.
So about one o*clock,
In her bed put a rock,
So when she awoke she would be quite mad.

Even though this lady was discreet,
You could see her from way down the street.
If I recall,
she was eighty feet tall,
from the top of her head to her feet.

You would have thought I had learned my lesson.
But no!  A second marriage begun
It was doomed like the first
And even got much worse
So the judge made the marriage undone.

Now you would think third time is a charm
A old boyfriend so what was the harm?
But this was not so good,
Trying all that I could,
I could not take that funny farm.

I swore to never marry again,
I did not want to handle more pain.
And my dad said no more,
I can not take a four,
Down the aisle once more, it is insane.

But over time a wedding did prevail,
Even dad liked is guy is the tale.
So I listened to my heart,
Which was a new life start,
And over time we will we what does prevale..