A camel unhappy with smoking
grew vexed by my wearisome joking.
One question soon FAXED
left nurture as taxed
as you and I feel once we're croaking.

Dromedaries are lacking in humping
(Not sex, I'm talking 'bout bumping)
Bactrian? Nice
Two for one price
Dromedaries just single and slumping

A camel began its big trot
and seemingly crushed all life's rot.
That camel's brave rider
was yesterday's strider
and, maybe, tomorrow's hot sot.

Remarkable geniuses amble
a road twice as sharp as a bramble.
The easiest guess
reminds a success
to learn the unendable ramble.

We surely must like our discussions
of natural sweet repurcussions.
Quick phrasings might hit
the pendulous pit
most jolly to gringo[e)s and Russians.

Ah the rich can jet off to the sun
while we others put up with the fun
of handling our brollies
instead of ice lollies
which the coolness of rain makes us shun.

Much ~precip.~ again falls in Spain
and adds aspects pregnant with pain.
Rich citizens often
apparently soften
their concepts of flagrant disdain.

Finally some sun we have seen
We were wondering where it had been
It deserted so long
While rain sang its song
Our land was almost washed clean.

it rained again today
like it did yesterday
and the day before that
Just look at my rain hat
Will the rain ever go away

Appropriate language demands
I grab you by all your main glands.
Each moment of smiling
implies the compiling
of handlngs as hot as hot hands.

Er........are we allowed to talk about orgasms on a nice family site like Poetic? LOL. (Then again, families do come FROM orgasms.........)

Spooner and malapropisms
abound in our language prisms
for perfection's no fun
so give wit a run
mispronounce and amuse all in your orgasm

From **Kevin** I've gathered quite much
regarding my place in the hutch.
Some moments of talking
reveal we keep squawking
till everything stays out of touch.

Mr. Spooner sewed me to a sheet
An excellent usher, a feat
Ever been nequaled
With language quite freakled
Hith his wead where fould be his seet!

When met by examples too lunar,
we turn to our pal Mr. Spooner.
His samples of wit
can help us feel fit
both later and (now and then) sooner.

Hope you feel better soon
Maybe with a full moon
Just sit for a while
it will be worthwhile
and you maybe even swoon

I feel so tired and so draggy
My eyeballs feel ever so baggy
My energy's down
So I'm wearing a frown
And my legs feel so weak that I'm saggy.

I someday may have the precision
to deal with each hour's new derision.
You lately have seemed
to form an engleamed
conforming to great indecision.

The weather indeed had been chilly
as life was an arduous filly.
I gazed at the sky,
then formed one more sigh
in hono[u]r of concepts too THRILLY.

Today the wind did blow
but as yet no snow
It is getting colder
so we have to be bolder
for we have far to go

Today there is too much to do
I am unsure what to leave and not rue
Shall I not send a present
Risking a descent
Into nasty family gooe?

(Perhaps not....!)

Revered for fine uses of copper,
we gladly resought the best stopper.
Life still was this wire
preparing to choir
directly toward finding a cropper.

Well violence is akin to a hate
though some seem to indulge at great rate
it is for those unable
to talk calmly at table
and seek to control their mate

A Neanderthal woman was lonely
Her hubby, the cave-man, would only
Club her upside the head
(Which made her see red)
So she used a cucumber to moanly.

(editor's note: She cut up the cucumber to put into her world-famous Woolly Mammoth Salad--serves forty. What did you dirty-minded lot THINK he meant?)

My glass door gives view to outside
and tempts me to go for the ride
but out in the garden
my resolves starts to harden
and weeds and hedge clippings abide