
My origami friend once told
She’s well-known as a centerfold
And has no current plans for ceasing
While her bottom line’s in creasing
light verse and much, much worse

My origami friend once told
She’s well-known as a centerfold
And has no current plans for ceasing
While her bottom line’s in creasing

Park Guy
Running by
Catching everybody’s eye
Chiseled face
Killer pace
Never comes in second place
Hasn’t time to stop and chat
Training isn’t meant for that
Racing like a thoroughbred
Focused on the road ahead
You inflame
It’s a game
Will I ever learn your name?
Park Guy
Running by
Catching everybody’s eye

The great white’s famous for its size
So when you see its dorsal
It shouldn’t come as a surprise
You may be its next morsel.
Don’t try to swim or duck and dive
From Carcharodon carcharias
It views each move to stay alive
As utterly hilarious.
But be aware some do swim by
For quite another reason…
So, hope you never catch its eye
During the mating season.

I gave my heart to you, my love
One February night
Invoking all the saints above
I prayed you’d hold it tight.
And after we had made romance
For, that’s what I still call it,
You gave me such a loving glance
Then made off with my wallet.
The next day you were seen at lunch
With someone we both know.
Now, looking back, I have a hunch
My best friend’s your new beau.
According to my Visa bill
You both then saw a play
A great night out is greater still
If one need never pay.
Yet, faced with such cost overruns
And two hearts hewn from stone,
To ensure I was not outdone
I hacked into your phone.
And so, my love, for us it ends
As does your victory lap
For, you’ve just texted all your friends
To say you’ve got the clap.
My love, you’re a Tahitian girl
That dances on the sand
Who charms the breeze with every twirl
And gesture of her hand.
My love, you’re absinthe through the veins
Each time my lips are kissed
A cruel elixir bringing pain
Which no man can resist.
My love, to me you are a song
Whose chorus fills the air
Inviting men to sing along
Allaying their despair.
My love, your powdered skin’s as soft
As petals on a rose
Its luring scent designed to waft
With each layer you expose.
Alas! Another’s at your door
I thank you for your art.
In truth, our love’s a game, no more
And you have played your part.

Porcupines, when making love
Must meet at the right juncture
For, any variation of
Results in acupuncture

Our neighbour favours push-up bras
To emphasize her cleavage
Although defying Newton’s Laws
Necessitates some heavage.
When on display, the locals say:
How fortunate she’s got ’em!
But sex appeal ain’t always real
‘Cause I know where she bought ’em.
It’s not just during spring
When Nature has a fling
‘Cause I don’t know one rabbit
Who isn’t always at it