There once was a bug with a big desire
He wanted to travel before he retired.
Although this bug friend of mine was quite small
Around the world he wanted to crawl.
It wasn't too late and why should he wait
So he started the trip on a slow steady gait.
He knew in his heart that he had the right stuff
To keep on truckin when the going got rough.
There were so many things that he wanted to see
And so many places he wanted to be.
Now what could I say on this beautiful day
Did the bug know the way or where he would stay?
I Said "why the ocean, you'll have to swim."
He just shrugged his shoulders and said with a grin
My journey is long and I've got to be going.
Did the little guy make it? I wouldn't be knowing.
But whether he did or whether he died
I only can say that the bug really tried.
R. H. Ashton
THE BIGGER THE TOES, THE LONGER THE NOSE
Oh excuse me Sir,
But I seem to find
Your extremely large foot
On top of mine.
It's very uncomfortable
And somewhat compressed
And the sound of toes breaking
I firmly detest.
So you better get off now
Or I suppose
I'll have to flatten
Your extremely large nose.
R.H. Ashton.
NOT AN ODE TO THE PSYCHIATRIST
The brave pyscho-analyst, bless his soul
Works oh so hard to achieve his goal.
He questions and studys, reads and relates
Till his poor tired mind blows then he finally escapes.
Five o'clock comes and finds our headshrinker exhausted,
At six he goes home and hides in the closet.
