There once was from West Wooloomooloo
A fella who called on Cthulhu
     And asked for a loan
     To buy a new phone
And renew his subscription to Hulu.

Laura.  She tempts me much to self-abuse,
The sin of which is true love's evil twin.
I regularly sin by giving in,
Making a sock of fresh banana juice.
I struggle to resist, but what's the use
When future me is certain to begin
To tug himself (much to his own chagrin)
Thinking about her headlights and caboose?
The walnuts swell upon the walnut tree;
The sap is running—slimy walnut sap.
Her apples call my name.  They're teasing me.
The hardwood grows with vigor in my lap.
I burn to plant my seed deep in her V,
The garden of her earth, then take a nap.

ınk a new line that drips upon a page;
poetry plays a point that letters spell.
when feet are running meter's rhyme and rage
the poet writes of love that's worth the tell.
a statement made of stanzas rings a bell
in ears that crave the rhythm of a verse
rehears'd in dulcet tones that maybe yell
at times when feeling love is but a curse.
volta Velveeta cheese an early hearse
and bathroom book of verses by anon.
musical fruits smell better smelling worse:
ıf music be the food of loveplay on.
     in octaves, sevenths, sixths, fifths, fourths, and thirds,
     poesy *****-footing plays with words.

Prepare the battle kittens!  War
     Is coming down the lane!
The ammo Nerf is on the floor;
     The window feels the pane.

When lollipops and ****** bombs
     Fall from a Bob Ross sky,
A sandwich crust of soccer moms
     Will say buhbye and by.

a noble mole.  What dribbles **** a chin
lickable fungus glowing martian pog?
Aladdin's lamp (ummm...) frıght night of the djinn
whilst gripping chokes a chickensmoke some smog:

the summersmell of blacktop picks a long
boogery nose that Smells a little silly.
A ******* wonderbabe removes her thong
sunsh¡ne and sits as pretty as a lily

And yet: The interstellar shift of sky
that breaks the ball of e art h & leaves it flat
for thunderbirds that birdshift flying by
the troll that eats with relish someone's brat.

an awful machine sits upon a dish.
Lettuce a leaf  .make ye a daisy wish

In Maranatha faith and hope
Are more matur'd than in the Pope.

She sings for Jesus Christ and joy,
And doth the Devil's ears annoy.

Her goodness, purity, patience, peace,
And lovingkindness never cease.

She's sav'd by grace but works good works;
And in her heart no evil lurks.

She turns me down for that is she
A slave to love and liberty.

     Corinna, wake
     For Heavens sake,
You slothful Slug-a-bed!
     May is long past,
     And June flyes fast;
Roses are cherrie-red.

     Corinna, rise;
     Open your eies;
You sleep far far too much.
     Get up, or els
     Suffer the smells
Of an oven hot and Dutch!