INTERVAL FOUR: Short Forms And Off The Peg

Notice: Your dog could be shot if found amongst sheep

 

L.A. Mereoie: Worrying Warning

Your dog could be shot if found amongst sheep ‒
Section 9 of the Act back in ’71.
Though you feel canine lives in this case are held cheap
Your dog could be shot if found amongst sheep,
So it’s no use to threaten the farmer or weep
When Fido gets peppered by lead from his gun.
Your dog could be shot if found amongst sheep‒
Section 9 of the Act back in ’71.

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Max Gutmann: Dial ‘Em’ For Emperor

Bubble-y trouble-y
Emperor Constantine
Poisoned his son and then
Parboiled his wife.

Criminological
Modern-day thrillers have
Nothing on Constantine's
Family life.

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Reflection In Reverse: Jerome Betts

(On having had to back for the third
 time in three minutes to find a
 passing place on a Devon journey.)

In Devon, shire of tors and tars,
Cob walls, cream teas and cider,
How welcome would be fewer cars
Or lanes a little wider.

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Rob Barratt: A Short Troll in the Forest

(Vietnam tour itinerary: “Enjoy a short troll in the forest”)

I enjoyed a short troll in the forest.
His goblin really shocked me.
I put it all on Facebook,
Then, ironically, he blocked me.

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Max Gutmann: A Real Winner

Gainery-vainery
Pyrrhus of Epirus
Knew that in winning lay
Permanent fame.

Certainly he would be
Proud to see victory
Etymologically
Linked to his name

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Jane Blanchard: Care to Share

(Responding to Facebook’s bold
campaign against revenge porn)

If you have ever dared to strike a pose
Without the proper minimum of clothes
And let a lover take a snap or two,
Then broken up, well, here is what to do:
Just send all pictures of your body, nude,
To Zuckerberg, the “Trust me” Facebook dude,
So he can save each image as a hash
And add them to his very private stash.

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Susan de Sola: The Promise

We’ll sail a small boat on the lake,
And I will steer so you may sit.
When fifty years trail in our wake,
we’ll sail a small boat on the lake.
The wave of time about to break
shall fill the vessel we two fit.
We’ll sail a small boat on the lake,
And I will steer, so you may sit.

(From Susan de Sola’s collection
 Frozen Charlotte. See News.)

Victorian couple in small boat on lake