the B-I-R-D-S and the B-E-E-S

JOEY: Mom, ate(big sister) was 13 when you got me?

MOM: Yup. Why?

JOEY: When I am 13, can you give me a baby brother or baby sister?

MOM: Let's pray about that.

JOEY: Mom, you still have blood, right? When I'm 13, you can dad can have S-E-X and then I can have a baby brother or baby sister.

MOM: Why do you want one?

JOEY: So, I can practice for when I'm a dad (makes motions to rock a baby).

TOO PUNCTUAL

JOEY: (to the driver) C'mon Eddie! Hurry! We're late for being early!

The Frog and The Flies
Written by Jose Angelo Vicente P. Arenas

Come, come, said the great green frog
Come, all flies, into the misty fog!
With a grin on his face, he made a plan
He planned for a fly race
The race would be fast, as he said, Tout de suite!
The frog leaped in front of the finish line
Watching and waiting
For the flies to start to fly
As they started the race,
All the flies flew at a great pace
As they approached the finish line
The frog leaped out, crying, You are all mine!
The flies were quick, they put up a fight
But the frog was strong, he had lots of might
Up to now, the legend lives on
The story of the noble flies that died that day
But the frog who ate them
Had nowhere to stay
Because his big fat belly
Was filled with fly flambé.