Poison Ivy [Lyric Poem]

Poison Ivy, I think you know
that you will always be my foe.

I can slice your vine, pal-o-mine,
and still end slathered in calamine.

Because I must haul your corpse away,
and on my gloves your oils will stay —
waiting that unexpecting day
when I scratch some tender bit.

Yew [Lyric Poem]

Oh, the Yew tree --
Such a beauty!...
But on that Yew,
You'd best not chew:
It'll kill you painfully.

Statistician Limerick

The police questioned an old statistician
Whose department had suffered attrition.
"My memo was wrecked
by auto-correct:
Distribution of 'Poisson' became 'Poison.'"

Fugu Death [Free Verse]

What a moment!
   When you realize 
     that your lips had been more numb
     than from Szechwan peppercorns,
   and that numbness
     has slid into paralysis.

You are dying:
   death by Fugu --
     poison blowfish.

Your heart will stop.
   You will keel over,
     falling from your stool
     at the sushi counter.

A booth-dweller, 
   seeing you bounce off 
     an adjacent patron,
     wonders why you don't 
     bring your arms up to catch yourself,
     but - of course - they're dangling 
   uselessly,
     and so you land face first.

The booth-dweller cringes.
     
There's nothing to be done for you.

You had the nerve
   to try the Fugu!

But, while Fugu life is exhilarating;
   Fugu death is inglorious.