Spooner Ma Mere

That Anser'd frails tell rhyming tales
I evidence adduce.
I've best -- by fah! -- found Ma Mere l'Oye 
(in English: Mother Goose).
But when Ma's reindeer's mane's too plain 
and up it's look I'd spruce,
I mousse that mane as, once again,
I holler, "Goth 'er Moose!"
     Moral #1:
Mother doesn't always know beast.
     Moral #2:
Why doesn't my moose 
sing as well as thy moose,
no matter how much I shell'd out for it.

Spoonin' Somewhere West of Phatantha...

StradiPuss -- on patio, deck or veranda --
with viol or viola...? The Cat and the Fiddle.
Fastest pistola from here to Phatantha
who'll out-six-gun Sundance...? The Phatantha Kid'll.
     Moral (part A):
Shane ain't comin' back...
Atop far Saturn's satellites
(in Mother-Goose-type tunes),
the feat they treat is Milky White's
as Cow Jumps Over Moons.
The Chairman leapfrogs high above
(where dishes split with spoons)
Jim Crow, Ol' Corn Meal, Mr. Bones...
as Mao jumps over coons.
     Moral (part B):
...and Mutha Goose be black.