The Unemployed Horse

I met a horse on the road going into town.
He’d never been there and wanted to look around.
He used to work on the farm pulling a plow,
But not any more – Farmer has a tractor now.

Artificial Muscle put him out of a job –
That A.M. from him now his old purpose did rob.
And he would need soon to find something new to do
Before someone decided to turn him into glue.

Who (or what) can do the work that a workhorse can?
It appears that a Deere can do even more than.
A.M. can do now the work of all kind of sorts –
Maybe Horse can work in show business or sports.

There’s No Business Like Snow Business

(tune: There’s No Business Like Show Business,
Irving Berlin (1946))

There’s no business like snow business;
Like no business we know.
Everywhere the people are pleading
To go where traffic will allow.
But snow all their travel plans impeding
When they are needing
That rescue plow.

There’s no people like snow people;
We smile as winters blow.
Even if our dinner must be put on hold
While we go venture out in the cold.
But we were ready as our equipment rolled –
Let’s go clean up that snow!

The snowdrifts, the ice coat, the blizzard, the breeze
The hazards that try to push us off the road
The whiteout, the black ice, the rains that freeze
The hope tonight we won’t need to be towed
The bump when we get an adrenaline rush
The salt which turns everything to slush

We get word before the snow has started
That we may need to roll before dawn
But the snowstorm does not go as charted
We’re broken-hearted
We can’t go on!

There’s no people like snow people;
We smile as winters grow.
Yesterday they told you, you would not go far
But tonight we cleared and there you are
Next day you can go anywhere in your car.
Let’s go clean up that snow!
Let’s go clean up that snow!

Where Witches Go to Rest

(or, Goodbye Haunted Mini-Golf)

They have flown around for the past weeks,
Cackling in the dark and crying shrieks.
But now November has come at last,
And they must go with their spooky cast.

Take with them ghosts, zombies, and vampires
As their favored haunted month expires.
They had their fun lurking all about,
But now it is the time to get out.

Out of the trees and the dark corners,
No bloody signs to serve as warners.
Take the skeletons locked in the stocks
And fold them up and back in their box.