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Fox facing left on path among rocks L. A. Mereoie: Vulpine Verdict

An urban fox visiting Kew*
Reported, "Well, here's my review."
   There are strange trees and shade
   But no dustbins to raid,
Or rabbits, so little to chew."

* Kew Gardens 8th May 2025.

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Steven Kent: Flatteries Not Included 
  
To be frank, I'd be further ahead   
Had I chosen the words that I said  
With more care and precision the way all the real strivers do it,  
For each fool with a flattering tongue   
Soon ascends to a much higher rung   
On the ladder of life while I watch from the bottom. Eh, screw it! 

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Bruce Bennett: Bad Mom

A cuckoo declared, “It is best
To let your brats hatch in the nest
      Of some stupid mark
      Who stays in the dark
   While you get a well-deserved rest.”

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Tony Peyser: Thanks For Nothing, Internet 

I could pass my time in touch with various bold gals
Whom I’ve known for years along with assorted old pals.

I could also research local history, learn about exotic birds
Or check out revealing derivations of colorful slang words.

But I’m not doing any of that – gentleman as well as ladies –
I’m glued to mindless stories on one hit wonders from the Eighties.

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Daniel Klawitter: On The
Most Misread Poem In America

There once was a poet named Frost
In whose yellow wood we got lost.
   One road was taken;
   The other forsaken.
But the choosing itself was the cost.  

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Alan Millichip: Driverless Cars
 
Will self-driving cars succeed
When nobody is there to heed,
The ‘useful ’ warnings from the rear
When obstacles seem very near,
And loss of such control put paid
To all the progress we have made?

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Janice Canerdy: June, But No Swoon

I cringe when my man starts to croon
Each time we two gaze at the moon.
   Does he think that he’s Bing?
   Oh, why must he sing
If he can't ever carry a tune?

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 L.A. Mereoie: The Watcher Watched

Among the stems, attent and still,
The heron waits with dagger bill
Deployed in swift displays of skill
On fish enough to eat its fill
As each successful strike and kill
Gives lakeside visitors a thrill.

Herom among reeds looking left