Plain Jane Mrs. Poindexter Perry
Questioned quipster with a quarrelsome query
riling him up, down, on top and around
sappy sarcasm certainly not very sound
tearjerking interrogation turning treacherous
uncontrite interview unequivocally uncourteous
Inside his gloomy garret he thought of each old dream.
How miserably he’d failed with each crazy half-baked scheme.
Embittered he had grown from his every circumstance.
How he loathed his wife, whose only longing was romance!
She had loved him (rich or poor) and that had been no help.
She lay dead near him. In his ears echoed her last yelp.
His final thoughts of anyone were quite uncontrite.
Just one bullet left. A single gunshot sliced the night!
Oct. 28, 2020 for Tania Kitchin's 8 Lines Of Spooky Rhyme Poetry Contest
Grapefruits are my favorite fruit
The taste is sweet and quite acute
Worthy of praise, grapefruits are
The most delectable by far
No other fruit can quite compare
Not apple, coconut, or pear
I love my grapefruit, every night
We make sweet love, uncontrite
All the haters can go to hell
Grapefruit and I get along swell
If you're a bigot, **** yourself
I'm grapefruit-sexual, and proud of myself
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