Sonnettics

I once held your hand in my own
True love wasn’t something I’d known
The warmth would suffice
Like a virtuous vice
Like love could be something we’d grown.

At Christmas a young man named Mitch
Was given some coal and a switch
He’d asked for some porn
He cried out, forlorn:
“This sucks! Santa Claus is a Bitch!”

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By the scout camp a river ran near
Where girls skinny-dipped without fear
Two scouts on a hike
One Fred and one Mike
Climbed a rock: “You can see ‘em from here!”

Green bud can make smoke bluish-gray
Just inhale and then blow it away
Your head will be clear
And you won’t need to hear
The stuff stuffy people will say.

There once was a dumb dog that tried
On the back of a farm goat to ride
The goat jumped and bucked
‘Til the doggy got chucked
So a rodeo might be implied.

There once was a cherub, undressed
Who did what he always thought best
He climbed up a tree
And leaned in to see
The music that came from the nest!

There once was a dragon named Jack
With spikes in a ridge down his back
He chomped down a horse
That was ridden, of course
By a knight that he saved for a snack

There was a young farmer named Bliss
Pursued by a pretty young miss
Though he pined for the field
He at last had to yield
She grabbed him and gave him a kiss.