All About Stomachs and Feet

When I was young, just twenty-four

I well remember from that year

When I would lay flat on my back

My stomach seemed to disappear

But now that I'm fat and growing old

There is one thing that seems quite queer

When I lay flat on my back

It's my two feet that disappear

I've wondered why this came about

The only answer I've been told

Is that my feet have gotten shorter

Since I started growing old

They say, "D.B., cut down on eating"

And I am going to try it

I'd like to see my feet again

So I'll go on a diet.

D.B. Cox

I Need A Lot More Sheep

I went to bed the other night

And could not go to sleep

I tossed and turned and kicked and squirmed

And counted lots of sheep

That didn’t help a dad-burn bit

Toward putting me to sleep

But I kept right on counting

Till I ran out sheep

So then I came up with a plan

I thought was really neat

I’d count those lovely widows

That gather where we eat

Then I turned over in my bed

I started counting and couldn’t stop

I got so darned excited

I almost blew my top

I saw that wasn’t going to help

For getting me to sleep

In fact it kept me more awake

Than counting those old sheep

I don’t know just what I’ll do next

Unless I get a lot more sheep

I’d gladly trade the whole darn herd

For one real good night’s sleep.

D.B. Cox