my LOVE/HATE relationship with VELCRO [and other miscreant musings]

I LOVE AND HATE THE VELCRO
LOVE THE SOUND AS IT PEELS
HATE THE LINT IT SEEMS TO GROW
BUT ENOUGH OF MY ORDEALS

WHY DOESN'T THE HUMMINGBIRD SING
DOES HE PREFER TO ONLY HUM
AND COMPOSE CONCERTOS WITH HIS WING
OR MAYBE HE'S JUST DUMB

MY FREIND TURNED UP MISSING
DON'T EVEN ASK ME HOW
MAYBE HE WENT FISHING
BUT IS STANDING HERE RIGHT NOW

WHY DOES THE HENCHMAN HENCH
THE PAY IS NOT THAT GOOD
IF HE WAS HANDY WITH A WRENCH
HE COULD EARN WHAT HE SHOULD

KEEPS HOT THINGS HOT, COLD THINGS COLD
HOW DOES THE THERMOS DO SO
NOT AN EASY TASK, I'M TOLD
WHAT'S MORE, HOW CAN IT KNOW

HE WENT TO SEE A MAN ABOUT A HORSE
I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HE RODE
DON'T MAKE ALOT OF SENSE, OF COURSE
'LESS THERE'S A CORRAL IN THE COMODE

WHY DO I WRITE WEIRD THINGS
IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME
COULD'VE BEEN THOSE ONION RINGS
OR MAYBE MY BUM KNEE

A TRICKSELION ON A TRICYCLE
THREE WHEELS, ONLY TWO PEDALS
LIKE AN ANGLER IN A PICKLE
NO FISH BUT TWO FINE KETTLES

HON, PLEASE BRING ME SOMETHING SAVORY
MAKE SURE IT HAS SOME ZEST
WORDS MEANINGLESS YET FLAVORY
CRUNCHILICIOUS IS THE BEST

meeshu