Buck Naked
She was buck naked
Save her gun and holster
She said, “Stick Em Up!”
Finger on trigger
Muzzle to my head, she purred
“Giddy-up or die”
SINKHOLE PHOBIA
A child of old Florida
I suffer from sinkhole phobia
That at any moment, anywhere
The earth beneath me will open
And I’ll be flushed down there
Just the thought of being flushed
Away to nothingness
Is always on my mind
That I’ll disappear in a toilet
Of swirling brackish slime
So this guy from Port Richie
Will keep sleeping lightly
Cause I don’t want to be sucked below
If the earth tries to swallows me whole
In a malevolent Florida sinkhole
TUB
Rub a dub dub
Don’t do drugs in the tub
Like Morrison Whitney and Kristina
Water and chemicals don’t mix
Just ask Dennis Wilson
And Hustler Honey
Larry’s, Althea Flint
They’ll tell you
Not even Wood soaked
Can Natalie float
And old Orville Redenbacher
That popcorn codger
Didn’t Pop Up
In his Hot tub
Caused he didn’t bother
Using any butter
So Rub a dub dub
Don’t do drugs
Or you’ll drown
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