the subject was mulch. Not much rhymes with "mulch"
There once was a man with a hulch How to make a few tons of cheap mulch He cut down his trees And shredded up these Now his yard has turned into a gulch.
(and believe it or not, hulch is a real word, at least according to Webster and dictionary.com. It means hunch. But if you ask me, they're only a letter different, mean the same thing, and hunch sounds better.)
A short one about Meska's naughty sock monkey friend, Patty.
Little Patty Pole Dancer playing in the forum. She's not wearing any clothes because she already tore 'em. The crowd yells, "Put something on!" But she will just ignore 'em. Because our Patty Pole Dancer lacks any and all decorum.
F is for the finger I cut while chopping bait. I is for the rainy island where we camped out all night. S is for the sunburn that blistered up my nose. H is for hook that stuck me right through all my clothes. I went fishing with my friend because he said it would be fun. But we were on that boat all day and never caught us one.
She joined one, six, two thousand eight, Breezing through the garden gate. She dropped a poem on our doorstep. It was a ditty with some pep, About some money she would spend To fill a greenhouse without end.
When she left I didn't see A subject for a poem for me. So I wrote one about her poem While sitting here alone at home, Waiting patiently for her post Like Jen Love Hewitt for a ghost.