Sol

Correctly or not, Sol Don Dunce 
Said never a limerick——not once——
   Had ever been written
   Worth half a dead kitten,
And all in the species were runts.  

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The Rabid Flying Rat-Man

A ratty abomination,
With a snake for a tail
And tattered-shabby bat wings,
The Rabid Flying Rat-Man
Flirts drunkenly
With Diabetes, Hepatitis, and Tuberculosis,
And is bound to get lucky with one of them.
The Spirit-Animal of Halloween,
It eats garbage,
Spits venom,
Never bathes,
And does a lot of rat poison
Recreationally.

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Fatal Attraction

They come together in the night,
   Amid the leaves, within the bush,
   Noiseless inside the stilly hush,
Beneath the full moon shining bright.

Healthy and large and leafy green,
   She beckons him of smaller size,——
   A woody, twig-like male, who flies
To meet his mate, his mantis queen.

They come together and seem as one,
   As though one twig with greeny leaves
   Were moving much with little breeze
Where shade rebuffs the noonday sun.

They turn their heads to share a kiss,
   Antennae twining round like vines.
   The male ignores the warning signs,
Oblivious to what's amiss. 

The kiss becomes a vicious bite.
   She chews off quickly half his face.
   He holds, despite this, his embrace,——
Holding it fast and gripping tight.

Headless in bites, he needs no head,
   Continuing the lusty deed.
   His queen discovers her no need
Either of this, nor cares he's dead.

Finished with him, herself she frees.
   He twitches yet,——a moving a corse.
   As though a leaf swept by a force
Of gusty wind, she leaves on a breeze.

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