Short Just Desserts Poems
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Global warming caused my cancer;
Here I thought my lack of shirts.
Carbon footprint’s karmic answer:
Carcinoma, just desserts.
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Any pretty woman turned his head
He liked them all so it is said
Then one day to his surprise
They no longer caught his eye
His sexual desire totally died
Sleaze Harry is a sick minded dude,
Who’s love life is all camera viewed,
So you won’t see him flirt,
But he’ll photo up-skirt...
Then complain that he hates prison food.
she bins
his pizza lunch - -
just desserts
* some silliness on a saying we have: ‘just deserts’ (a person getting what he deserves)
For Dr Ram’s Darkness at Noon contest
There was a crook named Jum Tuppence
Who stole from people of meager substance.
He tried it on an undercover cop
And was caught right on the spot.
Now Jum is due to get his comeuppance.
My boss was a sneak and a cheat.
His wife was much nicer and sweet.
She caught him with Susie,
A flaunting it floozie
And threw him right out in the street.
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For Carolyn's contestWon no. 4
"Stressed" is just “desserts” spelled backward
Do not fret, things will make a reverse traverse
Bet that's a new one on you
A new one on me too
The English language is filled with stuff reverse
"stressed" is just “desserts” spelled backward
Do not fret, things will make a reverse traverse
Bet that's a new one on you
A new one on me too
The English language is filled with stuff perverse
I fondly remember Road Runner cartoons
That amused us until weekend afternoons
Wile E. got just desserts
On that barren desert
But I wished Acme mailed him Kevlar balloons
12/28/15 for combination of three words contest
In the movies, the Bad Guys always get their just desserts
But no whipped cream with a cherry on top, they really got hurt
Got their heads bashed in
For their naughty sins
After coffee and donuts, their guilt was confirmed
Lawman
~~~~~~~
My 9 mm
Spits fire
Thirteen times
The usher of just desserts
Red orange ghost
Etched on the retinas
Of uncaring eyes
No right or wrong
Making the hard decision
So very easy
Shrouded in ebon
Becoming one
With the shadow
A vigilante
Had some strange meals in my time
ostrich alligator bat and snake
all went down well it seems
but make no mistake
altho' not going off half-cocked
and yet unsure what signs it may bode
of all the just desserts
I like my ice cream à la mode
Remembering
what you want to say
Forgetting
what you don’t
A writer’s choice
is zero sum
You will
until you won’t
Considering
that time well spent
Brings on
its just desserts
Consciousness
the poet’s form
Twice forward
— once reversed
(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)
Soup, salad – appetizers
Cookies, cake – desserts
Appetizers to whet our appetites
Desserts to satisfy them
But what if we served desserts first
After the entrée, would we still
have room for appetizers…
Dispense with the appetizers
There’s always room for desserts
i will never
deserve her
but i will serve
her always as a
more then
just as a main
course but as she
should of course be
served as
the entire
menu and
you know
i don't drink
coffee but love
to eat dessert and
so not to order you but
ask if
you'll be
my banana
split with whip
cream
Form:
You villain, you fiend
We booed you each Saturday
When you came on the screen.
We shrieked, and we hollered
For Dudley Do-Right to make short work of you
We loved it when justice prevailed
And your just desserts were due.
Snidely Whiplash
You villain, you fiend.
Capturing Polly Purebred.
You were utterly mean!
Ransom
God’s church
worship here
or the puppy gets it
‘s paused entrance
muted celebration
muffled scream
and shout
Ransom
God’s church
worship here
or the puppy gets it
‘s just desserts
viewed destruction
failed backers
who blame
Ransom
God’s church
worship here
or the puppy gets it
‘s selected boxes
disposed choices
removed at
Ransom
God’s church
worship here
or the puppy gets it.
I knight thee
master chef of the Royal S Soup
let them pick their poison
and serve them their just desserts
little cupcakes hiding in the pan
why even peter was more of a man
Every kings chef has a great kitchen
The masons have built you a great stoic oven
lets put this to good use
after we shall have an ale or two
along with some laughs
leprechauns and trolls we turned
to ash
Sometimes, the pernicious
is just desserts like alveoli
losing pink to a ciggy devil
Love - an enterprise astral
yields to blemish: mockery
Garish sentry sneers, reflecting
on a visage muting its boo-hoo
on a traverse still willed in woo
Silly teeter-totters with serious
editing tears that dampen a life…
(10/31/2020: Gibson HB, DMS)
Master, Master I am drowning in your flood of commands
Unable to make my own needs known
I won't stand for this anymore
Crawling back upon my throne
Careful not to loose my grip again
Just call me Queen from now on
I rule here now
Your reign of dominance has come to an end
Just in time For me to give you your just desserts
I am your ruler now
Accept it Master
You are the slave now
Because I have taken back the whip
the most unstable best friends/
together till life's end/
You are the tornado/
And I am the volcano/
we clash and it's epic
We hurt, need a medic
It's a beautiful disaster, I love the way it hurts/
I'm a bad person I guess, the pain is just desserts/
But I love it when we laugh, the connection is so real/
Our friendship is everlasting, my heart enjoys the feel/
learned that not to screw with Alexis/
She's tougher to mess with than Texas/
Viva Ukraine.
You can shoot them
You can bomb them
You can send missiles
You can send tanks
You can send soldiers
You can break houses
You can blow up flats
You can demolish airports
You can send your fire
You can’t break their spirit
You can’t shoot their souls
You will never conquer
You will always look behind
You will look in shadows
You will walk on nerves
You will go home in bags
You will get just desserts!
Viva Ukraine!
David Cox 27/02/22
Browning carpets
Stained cement
You’re lending time to those far spent
Catering to hands that won’t lift to plows
But you tell others they deserve
Can’t fall in line with those that won’t give just desserts
Assigned here with rumbling bellies
They will multiply
Disconnect and disruption herein lies
You will never return
Loving is a burden
What did God mean?
This is not your purpose
Not your good
You sign in, check out
Count the hours
Get the credit
And honor Lot’s wife