Antisocial Sonnet #4 Obsession The lady lingers long before the mirror Distressed by what she sees below her belt: An image so distorted by her fear It wrings from her an outcry most heartfelt. “My butt’s too big!” she cries. … Continue reading
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The Borborygmus The Borborygmus is a dreadful beast He clamors for attention unashamed Emitting gastric noises undecreased By anything except the tribute claimed. Orotund and rounded are his vowels Rumbling up from Stygian depths denied But vainly by the victim … Continue reading
Gesundheit! The drama of a sneeze can’t be denied, Its setting of the stage is masterly, It starts with just a tingle deep inside In nasal preface to catastrophe. And then it builds to twitchings of the nose With halting … Continue reading
Many years ago, when I was working for a small publisher in the high-tech trade press, I started a Friday email list to entertain the public relations people with whom I enjoyed working. It was called P.O.E.T.S. Day (Piss On … Continue reading