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The Mad Mooner ![]() By Michael D. Schafer - Category (POETRY, HUMOR) From the hilarious Public Service Announcement warning about The Mad Mooner, to the undersea concerts of King Crab and The Sand Castles, the creative genius and magic of Michael D. Schafer are on display throughout the pages of this book. Get A Case of the Homonyms, or find out What's Up. Witness Love in the Grocery Store or have a front row seat for The Supermarket Grand Prix. Meet Ice Chip and Dee Icer in a winter time love story or visit the unique town of Palindrome City. A lifelong resident of Wooster, Ohio, Mr. Schafer loves to do standup comedy and entertain people with his quirky brand of humor. As you flip through the pages of this book, you'll be amazed by the word play and poetic punmanship of Mr. Schafer. His adult oriented poems, as well as his poems for the inner child in all of us are creative, humorous, and always entertaining. They're guaranteed to put a smile on your face and leave you laughing out loud. List Price: |
SCARED Ive got monsters in my closet, And monsters under my bed. They all have green hair, Streaked with purple and red. Those monsters tried to frighten me. They grunted and they growled. They showed their dripping fangs, As they shrieked and they howled. Those monsters tried to frighten me, But I wasnt scared. I had seen my granny naked, And nothing else compared. I had seen my granny naked, And lived to tell the tale. I told the monsters why I wasnt scared, And the story left them pale. The monsters understood me, And why I wouldnt scare. Because, theres nothing quite as scary, As seeing my granny bare. Ive still got monsters in my bedroom, But as friends invited in. And as for me, I hope I never see, My granny naked again. Michael D. Schafer © January 2, 2013 |
THE MAD MOONER (A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT) Citizens heed this warning, The MAD MOONER is on the loose. Quick as a wink, his pants are down, And he shows you his caboose. The MAD MOONER is out there, Filling people with dread and fright. Hes got lots of junk in his trunk, And its not a pretty sight. No one knows who he is, Or who his next victim will be. Every day he drops his drawers And goes on a mooning spree Hes made old women faint, And children cry. Seven men went blind, And thats no lie. The police scratch their bottoms, Trying to find this mooning maniac. Theyve searched every derriere. Theyve examined every crack. They get behind every clue, Looking for this backside malcontent. They even brought in the butt hounds, Hoping to pick up his scent. So beware of the MAD MOONER, Look away if his end is in sight. Lock your windows and your doors, Theres a full moon out tonight. Michael D. Schafer © September 10, 2014 |
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