sonnet bref, [ my designation ] in less than iambic tetrameter Options

[JustDaniel]

AARGH

hanging ten
is a start;
from the pen
they depart

the death row
is too long;
they all know
they belong

in the grave
'cause they killed;
they're not brave;
should be chilled

on a rope
rubbed with soap

[Larry]

suds pended

rubbed with soap
while you bathe
on a rope
lets you save

wasted time
when it drops
in the grime
for it stops

just above
bubbles in
baths you love
and you’ve been

smiling now;
saved the Dial.

[JustDaniel]

phony up

saved the dial
in attic
for a smile
when I'm sick

climb the stairs
for the phone;
vacant stares
when alone

remember
simpler times;
an ember
of my rhymes

no one reads
in the weeds

[Larry]

potted

In the weeds,
legal now
are proceeds;
a cash cow

government
will control
and when spent
on the dole

to those folks
who won’t work
shows the joke’s
on the jerk

who approves
of those moves.

[JustDaniel]

contest afoot

With those moves
at the dance
your old hooves
have no chance.

You can hoof
if you want
on the roof
of your haunt

but down here
on the floor
you're the queer
they adore

to be last
in the blast.

[Larry]

winter whoas

In the blast
from the wind,
overcast
skies descend

with their load
of new snow
on the road.
You can’t go

anywhere
until plows
make roads bare.
That allows

time one spends
with good friends.

[JustDaniel]

friends with bennies

With good friends,
can be hard;
it depends
who's your pard

when you play
for the win.
In the hay
may be sin

when it feels
too relaxed,
it appeals
to what's taxed

on what's chanced
in your pants.

[Larry]

run home?

In your pants,
legs and knees
but no ants
or mad bees

who just might
sting some things
or a bite
where it clings

to your crotch
to stay warm;
you must watch
or some harm

will befall
a foul ball.

[JustDaniel]

below the belt

that foul ball
needs to be
cleansed of all
so it's free

to hang loose
in the air;
no recluse
yet still bare

and hid there
in your shorts
where no chair
pad aborts

privacy
with debris

[Larry]

yard’s afoot

With debris
in the yard
it will be
very hard

to have mown
all the grass
which has grown
to your ass

so you pick,
stoop and bend
every stick.
In the end

rest your back
then attack.

[JustDaniel]

drinking it in

That attack
I've delayed
on my rack
where I've prayed

that the grass
will slow down;
on my ass
I won't drown

out the sound
of machine
while the ground
gets more green.

I've put off
with a quaff.

[Larry]

come up hence

With a quaff
you ingest
some Smirnoff
with the rest

of your friends
who still stand.
Drinking ends
when each hand

becomes numb
so you leave
stumble-bum
and you heave

or explode
in the road.

[JustDaniel]

conclusions

on the road
you don't see
that a toad's
jumping free

hear a bump
as you pass,
toss a lump
to the grass

ants will eat
their new prey
as they greet
it and pray

you'll return
as they yearn

[Larry]

trojan whores

As they yearn
for some change
voters turn,
rearrange

magnitude
of import;
they got screwed
of a sort

and the vows
that were made
are like cows
in the shade.

Though reshaped,
Congress raped.

[JustDaniel]

Empty Words

Raped congress
then with his
long address
without fizz

or content;
nothing said
to augment
what's ahead.

The Speaker
mighta been
a streaker
with a grin

to be less
so useless

[Larry]

way dreamer

So use less
of your life
on the mess
and the strife

and use more
on the things
you adore.
Effort brings

a viewpoint
you can share
and anoint
those who care

with a dream
that’s supreme.

[JustDaniel]

Ins & Outs of Eats

Buy supreme
when you're out
then ice cream
without doubt.

Careful though
not to eat
that tableau
that repeats.

Wash it down
with a drink
whether brown
or light pink.

Visit loo
to go poo.

[Larry]

a septic ism

To go poo
wash your hands
in the loo.
Health demands

good hygiene
when you serve
up cuisine.
Folks deserve

tasty treats
eating out.
Toilet seats,
there’s no doubt,

cause bad runs
‘twixt your buns.

[JustDaniel]

Four-Course Dinner

Twist your buns
in butter;
watch light ones
go flutter.

Glaze chicken
with honey;
thumb-lickin'
an' runny.

Cook green beans
in bacon;
watch food genes
awaken.

Sugar glazed
'til you're dazed.

[Larry]

former farmer

Till your days
in the field.
You’ll get praise
from the yield

and the wealth
you produce;
better health
you induce

with each crop
marketed.
Never stop
‘till you’re dead

then you’ll rest
with those blessed.