Thursday, November 29, 2007

Smooth Operator

Having run out of thread during surgery,
in order that he might get closure he
substituted for thread
some hair off his head.
Now whiskers appear where the scar should be.


The infidel wondered out loud
if God really lives in the clouds.
And for his slight heresy
was strung from the nearest tree,
for doubting Him was disallowed.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Desk Job

If one sits much too long in one's seat
one finds that one's meat can turn sweet.
Denied exercise
or a shake of the thighs
you will find both your feet obsolete.

Monday, November 26, 2007


Poor Madeline Millicent Rice,
whilst skating, dropped her hat near thin ice.
Feeling light on her toes,
she cut towards the chapeau
But the floe couldn't handle the slice.

The Hypocrite

The friar issued a behest
That the natives abandon incest
But the natives inquired
Why the friar had sired
A child with his sister Celeste

The Fetishist!

The stripper entered the surreal
when her new dance, she revealed.
The fetishist crooned
when she showed him her wound
whose scab had begun to congeal.

Sunday, November 25, 2007


A Catholic school girl who loved hosiery
had trouble buying socks, for her toes were three.
Yet she'd shop as she pleased
if not for her knees,
disfigured, as they were, by the Rosary.

(co-authored by Lori)

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Bolivia Trivia

Hugo, Monique, and Olivia
Were enjoying a brisk night of trivia
but then in round four
the theme, to their horror
was "classic pop songs of Bolivia"

Friday, November 23, 2007


When desire is finally met,
one's happy to’ve quenched it, and yet
a short while later
it returns still greater.
Now what, in the end, is the net?

The Futility of Desire

I found my mind wanting, and thought
again and again on what ought
to be there, instead
of this hunger unfed.
But, deeper, I knew, ‘twas for naught.


A devoted young man of Schenectady.
As a gift to his wife, erected he
a collosal pillar
expected to thrill her.
But, alas, the fond tribute rejected she.


I hope that you don't find it lewd,
this limerick, not crass nor crude.
If you feel it offends,
or propriety rends,
then it's probably been misconstrued.

Sam the Beetle

Sam G, an ambitious beetle,
aimed to sire a offspring bipedal.
But (too bad for him)
the strength of his whim
will contribute far less than his breed'll.