All the hootin' and tootin'
and the fancy fallutin
only shows that you mock
right from under your rock.
...
'And would you', said the lovely maiden
in Minnesota's early hours,
where in deep snow moonlight was fading,
'come up and have a drink, your flowers
...
A recalcitrant poetry critic
who was harsh and a bit analytic
was the colour of custard
but the hot taste of mustard
...
Now the silence descends
like the Lady of Darkness.
Yet his eyes remain wide,
both remaining behind.
...
Not a whisper is heard
nor a shadow be seen.
When she gave me the word
it was vicious and lean.
...
Two lions lounged down by the river,
just finishing their zebra liver.
While chewing still, one lion mentioned
that this noon meal, though well-intentioned,
...
'What a nice guy',
were the thoughts
that hung around
my early morning
...
I'm pretty sure, my girl
that your unconscious
and my unconscious
do want to get together.
...
No, my friends and enemies,
(I do not like that word) ,
this is by no means an appeal
and nothing you have heard
...
There was a coldness in her eyes,
though all her words were flowing freely.
'I love you so and never will
abandon you or let you go.'
...