America First is our creed
Let’s use all we can at warp speed
It’s great when we play
And make foreigners pay
While from any debt we get freed.
One person alone can consume
A few things in a big stockroom
But acting en masse
Generates greenhouse gas
As an off-the-books toxic plume
While this crisis might us annoy
Hate adds considerable joy
Disease and famine
Are fun like backgammon
And entertain the hoi-polloi
Poison water and land does create
Strange meals to eat and hydrate
It’s not much concern
Since our goal to discern
Is a country made again great?
It makes us feel safe after all
The structure we worship that’s tall
Since immigrants scare
Private water and air
Need tombstones arranged as a wall.
Two chains in our DNA linked
Give humans a code quite distinct
But with a god’s mind
We’ve become strangely blind
To who’s next to end up extinct
Nancy’s a nymphomaniac
Who networks when flat on her back
Her motives are shady
And Nan ain’t no lady
She always gets blokes in the sack
Yes, Nancy’s a bit of a lass
Three stock cupboard guys get her ‘pass’
She has hanky-panky
With Tom Dick and Frankie
Guess Nancy is just pure badass
NB Terry suggested in his comment that I wrote about Networking Nancy getting up to mischief in a stockroom - BUT I was already working on the poem ... proof great minds think alike!
05/27/21
palindromes
A dog! A panic in a pagoda!
Teenager Rex brought a can of soda;
he shook it up hard and then pulled the tab.
But Rex was too slow for their choc'late lab.
Cain: a maniac, the brown dog's head swelled,
confused by the fizz but a rat he had smelled.
He was a god's dog, ergo, a ogre -
mighty fine watchdog, well-trained at Kroger.
Schooled in their stockroom with all kinds of nuts
whose tricks won ribbons for all kinds of mutts.
Cain's radar kicked in, went straight for the can
and turned it on Rex who lost his game plan.
On the way out, Cain offered some Kleenex.
No one's the wiser, except maybe Rex.
Recording the facts, Cain writes in his log,
Was it a rat I saw? or Am I a dog?
6 palindromes:
A dog, a panic in a pagoda
Cain, a maniac
god's dog
ergo, a orgre
radar
Was it a rat I saw
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