Promised to unite
Spring time comes with wedding bells;
He’s being a grub.

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K. Pinella’s poems
Promised to unite
Spring time comes with wedding bells;
He’s being a grub.

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After love comes death
The male mounts between her fangs
Black Widow’s ciao time

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Roast in the oven,
In bed they’re humping like beasts;
Her mate will see red.

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Between love and lust
Like drifting on the ocean
He’s lost without her.

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There once was a house of sex on a forked road
Ran by Madame X, who looked like a toad.
One day curious Ranger Rick decided to visit
To experiment with all kinds of sex considered illicit.
Twenty-four hours later pustules appeared on his choad.
His pud on her bud
Hard and fast they both grinded
Such romantic rub

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Too many debts owed
Credit score six hundred ten
Sorry, Mr. Smith.

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The Marvel Universe—
A world full of superheroes and their nemeses.
Earth is not always their place of birth;
Some hail from distant planets.
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Work, eat, sleep, repeat . . .
Just waiting for Father Time
A working stiff’s life.

O Blizzard Wizard, direct your gusts upon Siberia.
Get thee to the Rocky Mountains, to the peaks of Mt. Everest.
Go where the altitude is high and the population low.
Our backs are weary from shoveling
And our knuckles white from keeping the car from skating.
Donuts are for eating,
Crazy eights for card playing,
Enough with these demonstrations of near demolitions.
No-fault insurance claims don’t stop the finger-pointing
Nor do they keep premiums from rising.
Cease the snow,
Hold your breath,
Just go!
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