Adventures of MooneyAngelo
Monday, October 31, 2005
Past the field, out in the orchard,
Something fell not far from the tree.
There was something making a fuss,
I wasn’t sure what it could be.
I moved in closer to get a look,
And hear what it had to say.
It did not want to share its toys,
It did not want to play.
It did not want to drink its milk,
It would not eat its lunch.
This had to be the one Bad Apple,
That spoiled the rest of the bunch.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
I was walking around the lake,
Drinking my root beer float.
When at the edge of the water,
I encountered a fishing boat.
He was sitting on the dock,
Having a good old time.
With his rod and his reel,
And some two pound fishing line.
He had no bait on the end of his line,
I could not figure it out.
But he assured me that he was catching,
A lot of Bass and Trout.