My asters are disasters.

My lillies aren't dillies.
My daffodills hold no thrills.
I look at the gladioli and just sigh.
My wisteria has diptheria.

If it gets any worse,
It'll be the curse,
That comes down,
When a green thumb turns brown.

Count Sneaky

Bless my rusty dusty, Father,

For I have sinned,

I wet my crib after,

My diaper came unpinned.

***

I know I'm a lot of bother,

An' create a lot of trouble,

'Cause I just lay here,

An' goo-goo an' bubble.

***

But, I'll get bigger,

An' make plenty of money,

Meantine, you and mom,

Just call me Honey.

Count Sneaky