Brains

Upright with Mesh at a garden by the yard
Friend to the veggies makes life so hard
Jack is a fence post set in no concrete
Observing growth of those that he meets

Cauliflowers are found answering a host
Leaning right and left laughing at ghosts
Vine-ripe Tomatoes are the favorite picks
Peppers in the sauce make for hot licks

It’s dangerous to ask for Beets at the grill
It may attract boozers looking for a thrill
Or offering Carrots to a brand-new dish
As internet malware locates that wish

Gathering Cucumbers for the country stores
Makes pickling the fad a wartime chore
Today Jack Frost rests atop one more plot
After Ham ingests what was put in the pot

Bama

Bama is in the heart of Dixieland
Going there does not take a plan
Wear sunshades for the best laid holes
Visit a place that is full of cajole
She will offer you plenty of her perks
And Spring for the problematic jerks
Then help those limber lookouts
Easily find their luck

Bark at the moon, sing a tune
Grab a spoon, swim in June
You will find you love to amble along
Smile at her tale, just inhale
If you fail, watch a sail
Rivers and lakes are Bama’s favorite song

Take that ride to an alligator hide
Use your verbiage without a chide
Fasten those seatbelts go get on a whirl
Let a golfing hole be your only girl
No need for cash back guarantees
Bet on her good-natured fishing sprees
Then see the perfect placements
Easily get those gees

Bark at the moon, sing a tune
Grab a spoon, swim in June
You will find you love to amble along
Smile at her tale, just inhale
If you fail, watch a sail
Rivers and lakes are Bama’s favorite song

In her laid-back colorful country towns
Join an old gal’s nosy clown around
By flying down thru her main byways
Choose a place that will make you stay
Gather around
Get performance bound
Make a season pass
Visit her landmarks for a countrified blast

Bark at the moon, sing a tune
Grab a spoon, swim in June
You will find you love to amble along
Smile at her tale, just inhale
If you fail, watch a sail
Rivers and lakes are Bama’s favorite song
Rivers and lakes are Bama’s favorite song ©

Run Off

Wendy pushes a tired slick mop
With Elvis pictured inside her hop
Born to run in a barber town
As youth in Memphis clown around

Spending her time out on E Street
Passing a mansion with greet meet
Looking for a hot fudge sundae
Grounding a starter every Monday

News media blares around her Mike
Nothing but crazy drive-ins in sight
Popcorn crunching, avoiding flipper
Hog breath points at the big dipper

If a collision takes off your head
You’re out of gas and full of lead
Scramble around to keep old glory
Use your brains, live true stories

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