OUR HATREDS
Our hatreds distill into smirks
constructed from daggers or dirks
eternally aiming
toward absolute maiming
that hurts how the universe works.

That sounds too normal and too formal. -- bh

ATTRACTIVENESS
Attractiveness tends to appear
whenever I'm tending to leer
as if all too happy
to stay rather sappy
amidst countless forces that sneer.

You might have a bier. -- bh

A BICYCLE
A bicycle said to a trike:
"I thoroughly almost may like
the action of spinning
as spinning keeps winning
few kudos from oldster or tyke."

That ride was routine. -- bh

PATERNITY
Paternity suits every father
whose nature engenders a bother
quite eager to cope
with ways human hope
helps British folk sputter "Yes, rather!"

Sounds abound. -- bh

REMOTENESS
Remoteness eternally wilts
all worlds into marshes and silts
prepared to prove ready
to stay too unsteady
to fashion good crutches or stilts.

We admire much mire. -- bh

THE CLEANSER
The cleanser we mainly employ
allows us to seem to enjoy
the pleasure of rubbing
and splendidly scrubbing
as if those might never annoy.

"User-friendly" some things are. -- bh

MY JACKETS
My jackets are fancy yet plain,
and all of them tend to remain
large creatures too hellish
to seem to embellish
much else but quite glorious pain.

You've pulled some wool. -- bh

The bus -- Dearest **Eunice** & **Jo** --
seems likely to go rather slow
yet also to take us
to worlds that forsake us
by lending our dreamings a glow.

To travel without any fuss
The easiest way is by bus
Just watch the view
As you travel through
Come on and catch one with us.

Hi Bruce the bus should come soon
As the rain's pouring down and it's June!
Its dripping in pools
Right into my mules
Will the bus please come before noon?

THAT BUS STOP
That bus stop at which we most basked
is something for which worlds have asked
in terms of a starlet
some wags call "a harlot"
and seem to have ceaselessly tasked.

Was she "M.M."? -- bh

ESTABLISHMENTS
Establishments matter, we guess,
since much of all worldly success
apparently hinges
on how the best binges
survive in the face of distress.

That sounds likely -- more or less. -- bh

DEEP SECRECY
Deep secrecy calls for much quiet
that mirrors no form of a riot
and happily glows
as if to tell toes
that heels ought to stay on a diet.

Something sounds afoot. -- bh

ABSTRACTNESS
Abstractness pervades how I speak,
for I'm an odd bird with a beak
whose jolliest chirpings
stay riddled with burpings
that vex any babe you might seek.

May your slang hang. -- bh

THE BLUEPRINT
The blueprint for future success
includes that we gobble a mess
of steamed young potatoes
and sliced-up tomatoes
along with some crisp watercress.

Were life that simple! -- bh

REVERSALS
Reversals invite us to fail
to build any absolute jail
whose walls might stay ready
to seem truly steady
when faced by the chiefness of hail.

You mock the whirligig. -- bh

REHEARSALS
Rehearsals may bring us to this,
this infinite form of abyss,
where worlds come together
by urging the weather
to heap freshest wryness on Swiss.

That nearly halfway works. -- bh

CONCERNS
Concerns must include the sad news
I'm drinking up most of your booze
and thus may be someone
you'd label "that glum one
with nothing but hellfire to choose."

Someone might worry. -- bh

YOUR GARBAGE
Your garbage produces much gleaming
and, also, some very rich steaming,
and soon I'm in love
with how you can shove
huge mightiness into my dreaming.

Your praising seems undubious. -- bh

PROVISIONS
Provisions were made in my will
concerning my luck and my skill,
and you'll be receiving
the right to much grieving
regarding my role as a pill.

Such news sounds takable. -- bh

Dear **Margaret** (you darling implier!):
I hug you with all my desire
and ask for your hand
in something as planned
as forming an absolute choir.

Bruce you write so well
It comes easy for you I can tell
You never seem to fail
Come sun wind and hail
You ascend just like a christmas bell

Bruce how well you write
Your pen is working overtime
Please can I borrow it for a while

PROTECTION
Protection I value a lot,
since I'm a quite sad little tot
who longs to stay meager
without seeming eager
to tumble toward absolute rot.

You sound pitiably fruity. -- bh

OUR COTTAGE
Our cottage stays coz[S]y and warm
and likely to thrive in a storm,
no matter how sorrows
must rule all tomorrows
and mock many aspects of form.

You've certainly blurted. -- bh