A happy birthday limerick for Cousin Mike

Okay, forgive the poor slant rhymes in the first stanza, and keep reading. It gets better.

{Ahem…)

A young man named Mike from Branson,
Was strong and smart and hansome,
“Too much praise”, the folks said,
“It’ll go to his head,
Then how will he get his cap on?”

One day at the county fair,
Young Mike met with Smokey the Bear,
The thing moved and spoke,
Not a very good joke,
He’d just as soon forget that scare.

On a visit at Mike’s house I’d stay,
We’d tell jokes or find some game to play,
The night would wear on,
We’d draw comics ‘till dawn,
And be worthless the rest of the day

Baseball’s the sport Mike knows best,
He’s ready for most any test,
Of pitchers and bats,
He can tell you the stats,
Both leagues; East, Central, and West.

To Springfield he went off to college,
To get his head stuffed with more knowledge,
Philosophy’s great,
But that endless debate!
The answer should simply be eight.

At college Mike met up with Kathy,
And this made him even more happy.
Then one day she’s his bride,
Now they walk side by side,
Raised a family that looks really snappy.

They moved state to state in this ordah,
Texas, New York, and then Florida,
They were glad that they came,
But it wasn’t the same,
They’re happily back in Missourah.

Limericks can really be tough,
I’m not sure when I’ve written enough,
With too much preamble,
It sounds like I ramble,
Never get to the point of this stuff

This August heat’s too much to take,
Better call off the trip to the lake,
Stay inside’s my advice,
“Have a drink with some ice,
And a big slice of mayonnaise cake!”

Worth the wait? We shall see...

I have this idea that my cousin Mike, while enjoying his birthday, keeps having this odd feeling; a nagging thought. Something's just not right; it's like the feeling of walking into a room and stopping when you realize you've forgotten why you went in there.

"Maybe there's something I ought to check on the computer", he thinks to himself.

I can almost see him checking his email, his facebook page...well, that wasn't it.

"Cousin Bob usually comes up with something creative, and here it is after 5:30 already. P.M."

Mike logs on to The Porch.

"Well, hey here's finally Something...not a whole lot, but a post nevertheless."

Maybe someone in his family reminds him at this point that patience is a virtue. Bob's probably having writer's block. Check back later, there might be more! Mike considers this, when suddenly there's a knock on the door, and the phone rings! Which way to go...