The foxes came to call
On a late winter visit
The males name was Clive
The females name was Bridget
They arrived as you and I
Were sitting down to sup
You kindly called them
To the door and asked them what was up
They had the news that no one knows
A tasty bit indeed
We gossiped long into the night
All from that tiny seed
And sent them off with foxy bags
Filled with bobs and bits
The little bird that to them
Carried the word
Alas got none of it
Categories:
gadding, analogy, animal,
Form: Rhyme
punctured peace puking
afflicted passion pulsing
lousy lust lurching
dainty draws drooling
dark desires dangling
fetish fate fostering
lanky life lusting
sundry saps starving
hoisted hacks hunting
some choose wives
some, salient strife;
twain tamed ties
grotesque ghost gadding
when d.t.s' declining.
19:12:03:14:56
Categories:
gadding, humanity,
Form: Sonnet
I've heard it's going to get really hot.
What?
Really hot! The weather! It's about time.
Fine.
Oh for a real heatwave in July.
Why?
It's holiday time. It should be hot then.
When?
In July. You're going away, I see,
Me?
So where are you gadding off to again?
Spain!
Categories:
gadding, holiday, summer, weather,
Form: Rhyme
A B i t c h With Too Many Babies
By Elton Camp
To excess population she keeps adding
Yet with males she’s always gadding
Marriage is a concept to her unknown
It’s just a quickie and then she’s gone
To no moral code does she subscribe
That sexual freedom might proscribe
For her actions, she has no shame
And ignores any attempt to defame
She doesn’t even think it’s rude
To go out in public totally nude
Doctor bills she never has to pay
But keeps giving births anyway
Birth control she never will try
For she sees no good reason why
Her offspring never read or write
To her that is absolutely all right
She abandons them soon as grown
Their future life is to her unknown
“Tut, tut,” there is no need to say
For she will keep doing it anyway
To read this one close, you’d better
The b i t c h in question is an Irish Setter
Categories:
gadding, funny,
Form: Rhyme