Rapture

a folly yet disfavored

even as skewed perceptions

drive her on unwavered

to claim what is rightfully hers

albeit a little tipsy

a tiger that gingerly purs

when gently stroked

plumb, he just lay there

and she, provoked

worked her magic

and turned what once was

a tale of love: tragic

the miasma then engulfed

veiled her consummation

while his shrieks

played a melody with her laughter

and the howling winds

drowned it all.

(Originally published on Mihir Vatsa's blog in response to Kichkinni.)

Bad Punnery

It's raining cats and dogs.

Well, as long as it doesn't reindeer.

When it comes to big arm chairs

I have a deep-seated fear.

Chairs are meant to be chairished

Royal chairs are rarely throne out

Those two duchesses arguing about their husbands?

They decided to duke it out.

Now, politicians have a talent

They double-cross each bridge

The plumber explained that the problem in my

kitchen was just water under the fridge.

But since we’ve reached the kitchen

I must dish out some advice

Do not believe what you hear

About fleas and ticks -- it's all lice

Never ask a boxer for a drink

Because they're tight fisted.

Poor sweep who tried was thrown down

A chimney, and was black-listed.

You’d be surprised to hear what

Really got this all started

‘Twas two peanuts who walked into a bar

And one of them was a-salted