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Create some verse came the demand
You must have ideas ferreted away!
I need it now.. don’t hold me up,
You always have plenty to say!

Racked my brain for thoughts and notions,
To fulfil this hurried request.
The ensuing rhyme’s what transpired
Considering I was stressed....

Miss Kimberly from Battersley
Initially, mannerly, but personally
Was formerly, miserly
To her sister Beverly.
Incidentally, feeling guilty
She apologised most humbly
And eventually, took a leisurely
Trip with Beverly to Italy.

Or Mioko, the Sumo from Tokyo
Whose torso bore some overflow
in ratio to his height.
Imagine the scenario, in Soho,
A demo, akimbo, like jello...
Mioko won the fight.

Or perhaps a sport that I abhor
With a picador from Salvador
A beast he’d gored and furthermore
The crowd did roar... OLE!
Just one flaw, he bowed... cocksure....the crowd in awe
As the bull, sore, could not ignore
And aimed for... his bony butt!
The picador from Salvador did SOAR AWAY!

He got the three (poems),
And I with glee opted to flee
Like an escapee, who could foresee
She was about to become a fricassee!

©Copyright 2001. J.M. Furner

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