Sister Sue
the ****** nun
stole the tithes
and bought a gun
walked into
the convent's choir
screamed you ******
and opened fire

and all her life she
prayed and prayed
that she'd be standing
center stage
Amazing Grace
is what she chose
to solo while
the chorus rose

but they wouldn't let
Sister Sue
sing in sunday school
no they wouldn't let her
hum a hymn
or even mime a few
they said God
is our director
and He thinks
you **** too
so they wouldn't let
Sister Sue
sing in sunday school

Sister Sue
the ****** nun


©1987 Lyn

I remember them
they were nestled
like spoons
warm in their web
like one soft cocoon

their lust was my terror
as I clung to my beer
and laughed at them saying
you alive under there?

windy blue days
a blanket and trees
a cliff by the ocean
we walked by in degrees
looking and thinking
we've disturbed their *******
a moment of bliss
that they're undertaking

but their bodies were statues
cuz they were aware
of young cannibals lurking
you alive under there?


©1988 Lyn

The dog he came
and bit my ear
and now I think
I cannot hear
and every time
I think of it
I do not like
my getting bit
it finally healed
and is not sore
I hope he will not
bite no more

the dog he grew
and got real big
and all I see him
do is dig
he digs and digs
and finds a bone
after he eats
he'll start to groan
he'll groan and groan
all day and night
I did not think
that this was right

so I got some medicine
to fix him up
and then I put it
in a cup
I put the cup
onto the ground
he drank and now
he's safe and sound
he finally woke
and is not sore
I do not think
he'll dig no more!


©1974 Lyn

'What happens to bad poets
when they die?'
'Aye, tis a good question,'
says the sotted brute
wavin his hand
whilst spittle flyin
with most syllables
'I yam told bad poets
stew in alphabet soup
and get eaten by
old grannies for
all eternity'
'I eard that one
but seems a waste
of good soup'
'Aye, and why de grannies
get involved it's a
misog misog
a ting against
women I'll bet'
'Well then, what might
you think?'
says the innkeeper
to the quiet sod
at the end of the bar
'Eh..I should think
they'd go with the good ones
cuz I'll be ******
if I can tell the difference'
'Aye' says all 'aye'


©2012 Lyn

My darling dear I love you
oh honey I've got it bad
but no more maybe baby
cuz I know that makes you mad

let's sit upon the sofa seat
I have something to say
I bought some bread
a loaf a wheat
that expired yesterday

and it makes me feel so needed
when you tell me what to do
your instructions have been heeded
please don't scream luv, I hear you

doll, your bossiness endears me
and your rudeness I deserve
and I love the way
you squint and say
what you looking at you perv

dearest pumpkin, let me say this
from the moment that we met
I have hungered for our first kiss
have you decided on that yet?

cuz your perfume wakes my senses
it alerts me when your near
sweets, I have no more defenses
just my quick reflexive fear!


©2012 Lyn

The dry land of youth
is on the horizon now
and the winds of time
and waves of regret
still carry me further away
this vast cold ocean
is so dark, and too deep
for one such as me
and I know the port
I kept searching for
was abandoned long ago
so what choice is left
with my sunburnt skin
but to give up this raft
and fall in


©2012 Lyn