Old gnus is good news
The new gnu thought that no old gnus knew,
The gnu news newer gnus believed new.
But each older gnu knows,
For news, gnus have a nose,
No new news, son, under the sun. Phew!
Out of Site
He’d well prepared for this fast flight
That ground squirrel laughing with might
At a digging hound,
Its head under ground
From safely out of site and sight.
Potluck Prose
Lasagna? Yes, there’ll be two or three.
Cottage cheese loafs? Oh, many you’ll see.
So where are you at,
Which guarantees that?
At an Adventist potluck, trust me.