Playing Pool

Lasting till tilting,

The gumption of the latitude,

Strikes and pacifism.

Loudly jumping, coaxing garage sales.

Rewind statues, bottle Jackson Hewitt.

Never games on top of Cadillacs.

Weeping, cold wiping talent cookies.

Private lounges tribe fount ludicrous poppies.

Locked eyesores a sight for looking round.

Pirate pizzas bouncing.

Inebriated stegosauruses playing pool.

Get a Piggy Back

Rage at the king, get a piggy back.

Reel in a mastadon, cage a queen.

Drag a poppy lark, seep a quandary.

Pop a quiz down the inlet,

Stripe a flame on the condo.

Rip a shredded beef, catch a pickled beet.

Jump to matching quartermasters,

Sing a soliloquy.

More’s the merry, quite to carry.

Lift a bunny head, bite an ear.

Pole a chopping block, suit a stranger.

Yellow upchucks, circle chainsaws.

Garbage Maker

Broken wagon, bumping along.

Syrupy servant, slave to the throng.

Apple core, garbage maker.

Slide down the chute, sweet as paper.

Eleven angels, swept away.

Sunny anthem, better day.

Eggshell happy, loud triumphant.

Nothing sacred, nothing wanted.

Up the downspout, close the question,

Get’r done. Put on headset.

Leave a jury, make a note.

Rally flurry, dig a moat.