When first she had her menarche
Is when she knew that men are key.
—
Bombshell babe, weary, ‘cause
Her octo-man has octopaws,
Longs to have her menopause
And then—just maybe—men’ll pause.
The Start and the End
Moving Numbers
If in the hours of the day,
The Math Man plied his art
And pulled his math books on the way,
Is that Descartes’ day cart?
The Soros Runs Deep
The rally’s night was such a bust.
Opponents showed–and they were bussed.
Shoves and punches! Many must
Have felt that hair-dos must be mussed.
As matters settled down to dust
And coolers heads sought to adjust,
One last oath was offered, cussed,
And speakers spoke: discussed disgust.
Can One be Praved?
A lecherous knave, so depraved,
Would watch trimming women who shaved.
He invited me there
To ogle, to stare.
Declined! I am virtuous: praved!
Aedes: a·e·des ( ā-ēˈ-dēz )
Also: dengue = deŋˈ-gē
The nasty aedes may bring thee
Both yellow fever and dengue.
It wiped out the cast
DS:9 to the last—
Save for the immune Ferengi.
Biting the Hand
Why is it, WordPress, you must change
The lay-outs, screens, and rearrange?
And then, as weeks pass, we gain skill
To post without the ire to kill—
Another tweak, improvement, say you?
And for such service we all pay you!
Then when I’m used to that one day,
I’ll sense more changes on the way.
Argentina Anseria
My wife, for turf, chose silverweed
To spread across her garden.
Thieves thought it silver, literally,
And now her stolon’s stolen.
Foolish Equestrian
A horseman got quite the high jolt
Zapping voltage right into his colt.
The colt kicked his head—
The horseman fell dead.
No adult, he: only a dolt.
Sedative for Sky Gazers
An amateur astronomer
Can often be too ornery.
To calm him down just hand him this:
A shiny, brand new orrery.
Black Square
Canadian Frenchman, Francois,
Speaks English in heavy patois.
He bought a new chair—
It’s black and it’s square—
He’s proud of his soft, new noir squoir.
