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  By Marc Ironwood

  Copyright 2014 Marc Joseph Ironwood

  License Notes

  Fire That Missile

  The U.S. Navy shot down a satellite

  Over the Hawaiian Islands at night

  Make no deal about the military aim

  Because the media gave it glory and fame

 

  On February the twentieth 2008

  The strike was only minutes late

  Many Americans were overjoyed

  When the spy satellite was destroyed

  Details were on the eleven o'clock news

  And the Navy had nothing to lose

  Thousands of miles into the sky

  Then we all said, "Roaming satellite, good-bye!”

 

 

  Your Phantom

  Notice me I am your phantom

  Listen to my attractive anthem

  I appear before you as a clown

  In this goofy cap and gown

  My temperature is 100 degrees Fahrenheit

  Performing for you day and night

  This open invitation I do submit

  All of this just for your benefit

  Over my shoulder I carry a sack

  Watch my show and eat a snack

  Show hours are as you wish

  No need of a satellite dish

  See the aluminum on my feet

  Isn't my silk shirt pretty neat

  Not known to be very sociable

  Though my actions are noticeable

  Very well spoken and not obscene

  I am polite and squeaky clean

  I will give you this demonstration

  You will have to use your imagination

  A joker I am, somewhat spectacular

  No means a pro, just an amateur

  Listen to my attractive anthem

  Because I am your phantom

 

  Butterbeans and Pattywackle

  Walked into this restaurant

  The waitress said, "What do you want?”

  I said, "I want a bowl of butter beans

  With a side of mixed greens."

  The heads turned and the music stopped

  Many dishes in the kitchen were dropped

  The cook ran out in an angry way

  His hair was brown but his beard was gray

  The waitress said, "In these parts

  Don't use such words as gre
ens or darts!

  She looked like Hannah Montana

  The cook looked like jolly old Santa

  She said, "Pattywackle will be your side dish!

  Even though this was not your wish!”

  The cook threw his apron on the floor

  Then proceeded out towards the door

  Twenty minutes later I received my meal

  It was to be part of the lunch/dinner deal

  To this day I have no idea what it was

  Tasted like corn, but looked like fuzz