Salvation is not all that God does

When people repay my kindness

With ding dang ding dang

Chopple chopple bing bang

I stand up and sing a song of freedom

And I open a briefcase

With a little mouse inside

That holds a tiny poster saying

Everything God does

Is salvation.

cursive and red ink

God is not pleased

With some of my ways and means.

And sayings and doings

And glances and musings.

With some of my wheelings and dealings

And thoughts and feelings.

And my no good two faced underhanded

yellow bellied crooked swindles.

My snap flap clap trap escpades.

And yet my name is written

In the one and only

Book of life

And the ink and signature

Was probably lifted

With a carbon print
Right off of one of my traffic tickets.

Hmm I wonder how I figured this out

If you are a cashier
and you are mad at people
then instead of saying
"Have a great day"
you could say
"Have a gray day"
and people would probably not know.

The Path of the Rolling Night Fire

Some people 

are sounding the war gong 

But I am here to say

That Chiquita

Like Chiquita bananas

Should have a clothing line.

And the soldier mice will say

"You will suffer me,"

Just like in the movies

But one little mouse will say

"I want my mommy"

So they will make him a cook

And we all know what you will do

You will say

"I forgot my wallet"

And then who will pay

Well it will be Jesus Christ

With his blood on the cross.

Some people

Some people are good but wrong. 
Some people are right but bad. 
Some people are bad and wrong 
but are telling the truth. 
Some people are good and right 
and are telling the truth 
but they are being mean. 
Some people are nice 
but aren't telling the truth. 
Some people are nice
and right and good and are telling the truth  
but aren't doing what they are supposed to. 
Some people are bad and wrong and mean 
and aren't telling the truth 
and aren't doing what they are supposed to. 
Some people are mad.

This poem is a filler just for cash.

Most of my other poems

were sincere attempts

at little jokes

but this poem

is just to take up space

on paper and in people's minds

in hopes that I can get a little extra cash

to spend on advertisements

to try to sell
this poem.

The Easter Frog

Something that people don't talk about much is the Easter Frog.  The Easter Frog is friends with the Easter Bunny and stops at some of the same houses, but also stops at some houses where the Easter Bunny doesn't go.  The Easter Frog doesn't usually visit people on Easter, because he can't risk getting caught.  The Easter Frog has to keep out of trouble so he can visit the people who most need him.  The Easter Frog doesn't leave candy in a basket out where people can see it.  Instead, he sneaks some nice surprise into people's ordinary days when they are least expecting it. Usually people don't even know that they have been visited by the Easter Frog.  They simply find a wonderful smooth stone on their way home from school, or they get an extra cookie on their lunch tray one day, or they find five dollars in an old wallet when they are cleaning.  Sometimes they get something big like a surprise day off that the Easter Frog arranged with their boss.  But it is always supposed to be a secret. If you suspect that something nice has happened to you because of the Easter Frog, you should not tell people that you think you got visited by the Easter Frog.  In fact, you should say "I doubt that this is because of the Easter Frog."

Some people must stay alive

We need some people

to live to tell

to eat some ice cream

and all be well

to pass the torch

and plant a tree

so I keep going
in case that's me.

If I ever don't know what to say

If I ever don't know what to say,

maybe I could just ask people

if they are going to the picnic.

and they will say "What picnic?"
and I will say "I don't know."