The Bard of Sherman Avenue

Stickman At The Wall

He read their names

while rain fell thick

like tears around

our Mr. Stick.

When Pigs Fly

That fabled day you’ll gaze on high

and see hogs gliding through the sky

and sows alighting in the trees

while piglets frolic on the breeze.

Then swine will flock in city parks

and soar the clouds like meadows larks,

but whilst they gambol in the air

best don a helmet and beware.

The Curse of Oscar Mayer

The hot dog is a lurid meat

comprised of eye balls, snouts and feet

and nameless organs pink and pasty --

yet even so I find it tasty.

Series End

It’s the mother

of all scandals --

no more Cougars

versus Vandals.