L.A. Mereoie: Reindeer Rumination
In a climate that tends to congeal,
A moss is as good as a meal.
Ed Shacklee: The Antelope
The antelope is springy and superlatively agile,
but frail and fragile,
and — like all who run from their troubles — finds the lion, without question,
has a quicker digestion.
Rick Blum: Swan Song
When it’s time to bury me
Please don’t pen an elegy.
Just say that I gave a damn,
Then read this cheeky epigram
James B. Nicola: There’s Too Much Chat
There’s too much chat by half in gyms and Ys—
Unless that is the point of exercise.
Pat D’Amico: Designated Bathrooms
In a funeral parlor
(Only in verse)
I’d label the bathrooms
Hymns and Hearse.
Daniel Galef: Much Fun
Damian Balassone: The Bureaucrat
He served the republic with utter distinction;
his days in the office were memorable ones:
he covered the monsters with insect repellent
and shot the mosquitos with elephant guns.
Peter Fereday: Blatant lies about nature: No. 43: The Kittiwake
The kittiwake's a stupid bird, it nests on narrow ledges.
Its favourite dish is battered fish with baked potato wedges.
There's lots of them in Newcastle, you see them on the bridges.
They drink Brown Ale with Jimmy Nail and lay their eggs in fridges.
L.A. Mereoie: Ansers Away!
Here Lies A Pair Of Fine Fat Geese —
Safe In The Oven, Roast In Peace.