Liver Love Song
Why are there no love songs
For the lovely liver?
Righting our unhealthy wrongs
It is the body’s caregiver
So here’s a love song to livers
May they always do their thing
Swimming in boozy rivers
Taking out the sting
And while you’re at it, hepatic one
You’d really hit a homer
If you could somehow make undone
This godawful hangover
Limerick
The detective the lush was aloof
When sober he made many goofs
Most often the botch
Came from watered down scotch
Perhaps he just needed more proof
Electrical Thought
When Jean-Paul Sartre
Had an appliance he adored
Did he connect it with
An existension cord
Pointless
A triangle and a circle
Played a game at a local joint
Which the triangle won most handily
Cuz the circle couldn’t make a point
Living in Commercial Land
If I lived in Commercial Land
It would be really great
I’d drive the only car on the road
And have yummy food on my plate
My friends would all be gorgeous
We’d live in exotic places
And I would be admiring
Their very perfect faces
My bank account would overflow
From the money I’d have saved
My children would be perfect too
Cute and well-behaved
We’d eat our family dinners
Around a table long
And sit around campfires
Singing happy songs
There would be praises
And stories for telling
About whatever the hell
Commercial Land was selling
Which raises the question
Will Commercial Land force it
If I live with their product
But refuse to endorse it?
Slow Cooker
Just one thing that
Will make me happy
Turtle soup
And make it snappy
One Liner
Typochondriacs fear mistakes
Kevin Ahern is an Oregon State University Professor Emeritus of Biochemistry and Biophysics. In his retirement, he writes verses.
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