Poem Archive

The pygmy electrician contemplates his unemployment
His state of malnutrition militates against enjoyment
He’s not afraid of work, in fact, he’s never known to shirk it
But every time he tries he synthesizes a short circuit

Little Red Riding Hood saw an optician
In response to the woodcutter’s fervent petition
The resemblance is not what you’d label ‘uncanny’
But she can’t tell a great hairy wolf from her granny

The dentist and podiatrist
Will soon divorce, their love dismissed
What happened to their fairy tale?
They crushed it, fighting tooth and nail