"Coydog County (2)"
This was not the splendor of mixed-feelings suburbia,
Charming in Quasi-Camelot fashion, having housewives bathing in bikini fuchsia;
Still, the cherry wine--shed in the back yard brewed
Offered independent country attitude,
And Roadkill adored her pastoral sanctuary,
Being like cotton candy with teeth--and golden hairy.
"Coydog County"
The Golden Babe known as Roadkill used the protection of the stag,
To shield her tame beauty from the disorderly coyote nag--
Yip & Yap--Roadkill heard their lusting sounds,
Knowing the bucolic South offered Bigfoot hounds--
Here: almost deep, South; specifically, Arkansas,
Where the bog be muddy, and there stank a "no shit" law;
Thus, Roadkill knew she was safe from the heavy-heated, romantic stakes,
For some living-near-grocery-store hunters want coyote steaks.
"Ice Goddess & Eternal Virgin"
Oh come on--Harridans don't be afraid;
It's okay that a bloated snake you got paid--
Ice & Virginity just want 2 talk 2 u,
Offering the sublime synergy of untouchable, Arctic Virtue;
Indeed, elegant ladies and empowered skanks don't play 4 the same team--
Some are divine--others, just plain & mean.
Too: I wouldn't mind if my daughter was an exotic stripper,
But never a double yummy cocktail dipper.
Post Script: Fond of Lemurs.
"JANGO cloning law--4 infertile people"
W. Bush said: "Boy--there will be no cloning."
Yet what of the semi-innocent lonely & moaning?
Yes, possibly--aspects of consciousness can be contained in a single cell,
And that may be the resurrection of a madman's hell;
Still, 2 people haunting as the Hunter's Moon
Can sexually forge a selfish anti-boon;
Alas, love might be greater if it is just you
Instead of a spouse's cruel smile always glaring back at you.
"Shmoo Rules!"
So ridiculous, yet some souls are eager to be alive,
Tasting better than Navy Seals--their combat style offering no Jazz Turkey Jive;
Moreover, we know Voltaire wrote of butt cheeks being eaten,
Yet to succumb to delicious hate makes their appetites defeat'n;
Thus, have your offspring asexually--if moralists allow 4 Jango Fett's clones,
And eagerly jump into the frying pan if a wolfman wants to devour your bones,
Or for him--lay an egg--
How sweet: Shmoo loves that Saint Francis did beg.
"Little, Cyborg King"
Ladies & Germs, according 2 the Queen's English--this man was a cyborg Yankee,
Being forged during the Carter Administration when there was office work Hanky Panky;
As a result--not the 6 Million Dollar Man,
Yet an artificial pacemaker & cardioverter defibrillator made him have a football plan--
Playing running back & punter @ Slippery Rock U,
Say'n: "Hasta La Vista, Baby!" 2 many an adoring shrew.
Never 2 old 2 kick my tuff/expired Dad in the ribs,
4 he resides in the Valkyrian Ambition--where blonde babes spill no fibs.
"Foxy Virgo"
Freddie the fox--under neon-glitter of star-kissed night,
Searched for Omega-3 beneath the crescent silver of Luna's light,
Hurting in the heart as a proud hunter had trapped
Her Scorpio/coyote boyfriend aligned within her soul's map;
Thus, she didn't howl or scowl in life's direction--
Only being foxy as wisdom feeds her best intention.
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