Lymerick

"Down with taxes," the one side protested
"Feed the masses," the other requested
"Enough malarkey"
"We're for anarchy"
A small but vocal contingent contested

Billy's an anarchist who
Loved Betty, but said they were through,
"You date too many guys!"
Betty said with surprise,
"Hey! I am an anarchist, too!"

The two young anarchists named Billy and Betty
Had a lovers spat that was really so petty
But between the sheets
They made such great heat
Squeezing and giggling, getting silly and sweaty

Although make-up sex worked for a while,
Crazy months limped toward Spring single file.
Betty stopped going out.
Billy flip-flopped about
Until Jane came and made Billy smile.

And so it goes when love gets political
The sex is bad and anticlimactical
And Billy was warned
That Betty was scorned
While the state became apocalyptical

*My sincerest apologies to Chinua Achebe

Chinua Achebe was annoyed
At sancho's cheek unalloyed
i feel so abused
I am not amused
My self esteem is distroyed.

There once was an anarchist, Billy.
Seeking freedom he's now looking silly.
Jane's a Democrat who
Is political, too.
Betty thinks he'll be back soon, but will he?

When Sancho rhymed he was stewed it's said
He tried for clever but was crude instead
But of this I swear
Achebe don't care
On account of him being a dude that's dead


Love lost, then found, then modified - like the constitution

Betty said, "choose me or the freeway"
Jane said, "in this there can be no leeway"
From Betty to Jane
Bill looked once again
"So, girls, how'd you feel 'bout a three-way?"

There's a poster I'd like to toss,
On here, he acts like a boss,
illiterate not shrewd
but most of all rude,
to read his work, a loss.

I know the poster in question
his actions need a dissection
pointless, obscure
what is the lure?
that crooked sense needs correction.

Billy thinks that a three-way's OK.
About that, though, sweet Betty would say,
"Hey! A four-way is better.
But with Jane, Bill? Forget her!"
So, with Phil and Matilda they play.

Four in the hot tub discussing the Treaty of Westphalia
Jacuzzi jets gently caressing exposed genitalia
The orgy was nigh
Nobody was shy
With their lotions and creams and adult paraphernalia

Though the orgy was advertised well,
Uninvited Jane still had to tell
Her Dad, the DA.
When the cops came, "OK!
Kids, we're carting you all off to hell."

What powers a hot tub?

Now this may, or may not be actual,
And is not based on anything factual,
But the jacuzzi wasn't on,
There was a terrible pong,
So most of those bubbles were natural.

Natural bubbles make a hot-tub desecrated
So Billy's libido prematurely deflated
The girls were aghast
The cops only laughed
The anarchist orgy remained unconsummated