Chance Encounter

I looked outside the window
While riding on a bus,
And saw the kind of friendly face
That I thought I could trust.

She had a pretty smile
And sparkling eyes to match.
Oh, she's the kind of girl who'd be
Considered quite a catch.

The bus was driving further, but
I hurriedly got off,
Because this girl attracted me
Like candlelight to moths.

And so I ran, I ran to grasp
The girl I never had.
And then I reached her side and saw
...That 'she' was just an ad.

The Park

Let's go to the park,
Oh it's such a lark,
We'll be like explorers,
Like Lewis and Clark!
But if we're to evade
The druggie parade,
It's best that we go
Before it turns dark.

Art Appreciation

Abstract art
Is like a fart:
It tends to stink
Right from the start.