Damian Balassone: Solar Eclipse
The moon has parked her shiny arse
between the earth and sun,
she’s obviously oblivious
to all that she has done.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Liza McAlister Williams: Dried Bouquet
The flowers are deader than dead, a dried bouquet:
and yet I keep them around here day after day.
Their color’s intense but faded – how can that be?
I find it’s an apt description also of me.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
S. O. Fasrus: A Match Made In Ovens
I used to dream of hunky men
but now I dream of cake.
No matter if his buns are taut
the point is: can he bake?
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Edmund Conti: Cephalopodcast
Sorry,
There is no calamari.
We don’t deal, as you know,
In tactics such as Squid pro quo.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
L. A. Mereoie: Big Wet Hunter
A shark off some Far Eastern shore
Bumped into face-masked flippered Peter
A fact sub-aquaists deplore
Since now the thing’s a frogman-eater.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
George Simmers: Silver Lining?
An undertaker's lot is not a happy one,
And yet it has its very pleasant side
What's better than a hearse to give a chappie one
Delightful, graceful, smooth, unhurried ride?
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Brian S. Lee: Homer; an epicgram
When Homer felt so ill he had
Physicians come and see,
Their cures were bad and drove him mad:
Now look how odd is he!
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Kathleen Naureckas: Confession
No matter how fluent I seem
I don’t know a trope from a meme.
I hope that you don’t think I’m bitter
because I don’t know how to Twitter.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Jerome Betts: Swine Into Swan
Even birds they praise
As models of dignity
Had to go through a phase
Of being . . . cygnety.
