There was a bike-rick driver in Huế always honked at for being in the way. He took loads fit for a truck, drove 'em crosstown for a buck, and got their faster by using the expressway.
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Zambia Limerick
There was a shrewd carpenter from Zambia dismayed to hear what was paid to IKEA. He took apart his shelves, said, "Make 'em yourselves!" upped his rates, but threw in a hex key-a.
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Crab Scramble [Haiku]
Coming Up for Air [Free Verse]
Breaching the surface,
one's neck craning, stretching,
one's lips in a wide "O,"
one gasps,
sucking air with a monster moan,
or maybe it's dying-man death-rattle.
The gasped breath
is insufficient,
and the body shoves
it back out,
craving more &
impulsively air packing.
As one bobs in the water,
one times another gasp
to the rebounding breach.
This one is more satisfying,
more calming:
the perfect breath --
for all intents & purposes.
There may be a time
when each breath is as precious
as this one.
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Japan Limerick
There was a rich businessman from Japan who'd always wanted to be his country's Batman. But his civil city was not Gotham-gritty, and the cape made him look like a madman.
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Winter Crow [Haiku]
Devourers [Lyric Poem]
We were classed: Consumer.
And that became our task.
The stores grew like tumors,
and in stuff piles we basked.
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One Fish… Airport Fish? [Haiku]
in the airport, i stop mid-stride, a fish has my attention.
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Limerick of the German Baker
There was a royal baker in Germany
whose bread the king despised fervently.
The king issued a decree:
Death, or bread passing light times three!
The baker twisted dough so three holes showed,
and bestowed it earnestly.
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Ship on the Horizon [Sonnet]
You see that one ship out on the horizon,
and feel that unique tang of loneliness.
There's far, far too much blank sea to thrive in,
and all the makings for keen ghostliness.
That boat will soon be passing beyond sight,
and maybe it will falter, maybe sink.
The sea has created a million plights,
and hazards there will honor no strict brinks.
In Shakespeare, ships are lost, often as not.
See: "Tempest," "Merchant," "Pericles,” and so on.
Perhaps, you'll say that today isn't so fraught
with maritime menace and sea demons.
Why more vexed than those who keep ships running?
'Cause sailors will never, ever, see it coming.
