Limerick for Rhyme


There once was a chap from Gilbralter.  Who wrote bad verse on the hereafter. His rhyming nonesense, Was a rousing offense, And his rhythm a stumbling falter. 

Political Fracture


They cheered, clapped their hands, Passed out the┬álibations. Years of setbacks overcome, meant Cause for celebration. Across the way, a happy stage was set, With cameras and orations. They'd hunkered down, fiercely focused Ignoring accusations Of greed, pride, impropriety sustained stagnation. With these steps, they'd dreamed Of a reinvented nation, Instead they widened the cracks …

Supposed Best Defense


She lives a life of fantasy Spending her days pretending. The woman that others know Is, in part, a facsimile. Pretense is her best defense Even though its eroding. She tries to shore it up, by pretending even harder. Collapse is pending, she can't deny it Even though she pretends it isn't. To be completely …