It's not a prerequisite, of course, but if a piece of writing is any good, chances are it's probably offensive to someone. (Paraphrasing John Irving-A Widow for One Year) So, writer beware...
Words are a writer's stock in trade,
To ply it well requires a versatile,
Not volatile, vocabulary.
With words a writer's claim to fame is made,
But words can have broad repercussions.
So when he writes
He should select them well,
Not just to sell,
But so they don't arouse the scrutiny
Of those guys who comprise Homeland Security
And become the subject of discussions
Of the FBI, the CIA,
The DAR, the DMV,
The IRS, the IRA,
USPS, the EPA,
The PTA, SPCA,
AARP or AAA,
Twitter, NAACP,
The NFL, the MLB,
The LGBTQ community,
The NRA, the PGA,
NASA or the BBB,
Ellen, Oprah, Dr. Phil,
An ad hoc Sunday sermon bill,
Or his city, county, state constabulary.
Antique village
Houses around me are emptying the old, reaching the age of dying.
A timeworn man went missing on Monday, was found miles away,
the local constabulary drove him back home.
He had tried to flee, didn’t to where he had no money.
Behind closed doors in dark rooms, he tries to stave off the fated.
Sunlight unbearable reminds him of the sunrises he will not see.
When a car stops outside his house, he trembles in fear, is a hearse
coming for him?
Voices of children are like the scorn of his elderliness, he longs for peace
but fears death’s endless cruelty.
Posted by the blog Friends of Palestine
We're all going on a summer holiday
So sung Cliff in 1963
It all went wrong with Yorkshire's constabulary,
Aided and abetted by the BBC
Sorted by the judiciary.
Some holidays are quiet and peaceful,
Some others are loud and intense,
Some are taken in luxury hotels
Others in wilderness tents
Booze and frolics
on a summer holiday
eating far too much than is good for you
takes a month to recover afterwards
now fifty weeks until the next one's due
with post holiday blues
ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
with post holiday blues...
ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
having to look at all of you!
(c) Ian Diddams 2018
I have a monster-in-law to be
She’s my boyfriend’s mommy
She forced her son to join the military
‘Til his gait was no longer like a lady
I’ve witnessed many times her monstrosity
She screams like having tantrums in a family
She brags my mom and aunt her dowry
She insists, she and her one only son like me
At home, she doesn’t like cat or puppy
She wants people to do all things perfectly
She criticizes her maid’s cleaning and laundry
As if, she’s chief of self-enforcing constabulary
She reminds me and her son to get marry
And wedding rite will be at ritzy hotel of their city
Whenever I suggest to have a simple reception or party
With her bulging eyes, she stares hard at me
I was quite scared and worry
When she said, we’ll stay with her til we’ve a baby
So, I talked to my Lieut. Lovadababee
To push through our plans in two years or three ;)
©2015Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Sept. 27, 2015 9.25pm
-this was not entered in the contest... late in few minutes;) my second try of monorhymes. some are fictions;)
It's sure chilly on the willy
When parading around in the nude
Almost becomes an obsession
With some of these bold little dudes
They have no silly old hang-ups
'Bout showing their cute little parts
They've got absolutely no misgivings
They're even proud of their farts
Imagine if us grown up people
Went around with it all hanging out
What an absolute stir that would cause
Off to jail we'd go, there's no doubt
The constabulary don't take kindly
To a public display by us old folks
Revealing what happens in senior years
To us once proud studly young blokes
So if you see us displaying our parts
Run up to us and offer a coat
When some of us get to a certain age
We totally lose control of the boat!
© Jack Ellison 2012
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