Julia Griffin: Blaise Of Glory
Believe, for there might be a Hell;
If not, then you might just as well.
This dodge might look keen
From a child of thirteen,
But from famous Pascal – what a sell!
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L. A. Mereoie: Shot From A Gun?
Ranged against the clay pigeon elite
Paul used words far too foul to repeat
Gasping, “Sabotage is
The gravest of charges
But I fired this first round with Puffed Wheat!”
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Martin Parker. A Wise Precaution
The best of divorces, I guess,
Are those which avoid future stress.
This requires, I suppose,
That your ex never knows
Your real income and latest address.
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Mike Mesterton-Gibbons: Feathery Tern
The hummingbird is a collector
Of pollen, for hire as a vector.
Receipt of its bill
By a sunflower will
Mean its wages are settled in nectar.
The parrot, a confidence breacher
As well a mimicking creature,
Is apt to repeat
What is most indiscreet –
So beware sounding off near this screecher!
No penguins inspire aviation,
Since flight for these birds is natation.
But there's no denying
That they would go flying
On ice sans their strange ambulation!
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Alexander Blustin: Party Animal
His sausage will never be munched;
His pretzels will never be crunched;
His party’s a fail.
He sits on his tail,
Dyspeptic and brooding and hunched.
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L. A. Mereoie: Look, No Sights
A student awarded top prize
For demolishing clays on the rise
Then won a large bet
On the number he’d get
With a college scarf over his eyes.
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Martin Parker: Pull The Udder One
The Belgians see goats' genitalia
As competitive paraphernalia.
And in Bruges there's a prize
For the shape and the size
Of the prettiest nanny's mammalia.
