all Contents Copyright © 2006, 2007 by Mitchell Allen
Can’t Bear to Face It
The mailman delivered news of the Crash
Then went to his barber to trim his moustache
Ignoring post-partum depression.
Chasing Puck
As they skid to a stop with a slice
From their skates comes a fine spray of ice:
Spittle of the rinks.
Risqué Business
Erasing the ignominy of impotence,
The blue pill resurrected his wooden fence,
Until he was board stiff.
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