Misdemeanor

She let down her hair, but he walked right past.

The results of that came ‘round real fast.

The sheriff said, “Now there’s the thing:

The law here says no tress passing.”

Cremains

You’re looking for our old oak tree?

It’s that pile of firewood that you see.

No funeral yet, I will admit,

But it’s being cremated bit by bit.

Clouds

I told my son, I told my daughter

Those clouds up there are strictly water.

Sometimes they evaporate,

And sometimes they precipitate.

They are sometimes grey.

They are sometimes white.

They are very hard to see at night.

But to speak in the vernacular,

At sunset they’re spectacular!