“The Fair was fair, but the Bazaar was bizarre,”
Said Peter Repeater three feet from my yard.
“All Monday all the monkeys just monkeyed around,
While lions were lyin’ all over the ground,
The people were peeping, their peepers awide
Staring from stairs at the show shown inside
The amazing maize maze earned ’em A’s, if I may,
But the train treks the tracks for training Tuesday!
Two bucks a head to buck ahead of the line and ease in
So see’em ‘fore they seize’em, as they’re ceasin’ for the season!!”

Whatever you do
Don’t eat the stew
Made by my mother
When she tries to feed you

It may smell delicious
And she’ll claim it’s nutritious
But it is the worst
Of all of her dishes

Worse than her skewered snake
Or her inside-out cake
Worse than any meal
She may try to make

You’ve heard the tall tale
Of my poor brother, Dale
He ate the stew and that night
He turned in to a snail

I can’t tell the story
Of our neighbor named Lori
Who once had a nibble
It is far too gory

While not taking a bite
May seem impolite
Your neck’s on the line
So shut your mouth tight

Trust when I say
You must stay away
If you’d like to live,
And see another day

So don’t eat the stew!
I’ll eat it for you
I’ve had it before
So I guess I’m immune.

Steady Eddie
Is always ready,
Whatever you might try.

You can’t push him down,
Knock him to the ground,
Or get him to lay or lie.

Just try to topple,
He’ll never stop, he’ll
Just keep getting up again.

You can push or pull,
It’s impossible,
He’ll be standing up straight in the end.

This may seem good, after all
Eddie never will fall
So he’ll never scrape his knees.

But it’s also a curse
Because what could be worse
Than having to stand when he sleeps!?!