Donna, what have you started?! Here I go with my own name (I always wind up with 2 kinds of salsa) :

E Salsa Duo ‘n USA

The name is from Spain, its origins Spanish,
but now it sounds Tex-Mexican-ish.
It’s old world gone new
and sauces for two,
for the Moors and the Jews who were banished.

and one more:

Ode Salsae

O jar of pickled peppers
plucked from a vine,
You make an enchilada
or taco divine.

O rhythmic dance, O maracas!
(for the belly it’s no good,
to do a dance for lovers
after spicy food).

Susan, that was hot, Ha!

I was considering these other possibilities: Sad Sane Soul, Laud Ones Ass, Used as Loans, And Also Uses, A Sensual Sod, Less Anus Ado.

Here's another Spherian

Quincy Lehr

Churly- E-I.Q.

Emotional I.Q.? What shit! I know
a bunch of pussies made it up. Go blow
yourselves, you pansy boys eschew
my kind of smarts—I’m loaded with fuh-Q!

Donna,

What a naughty girl you are! ;) Thanks for 'doing' me - I'm flattered.

Here's one I did from my name:
Enjoys No Bra

She wears tight tops with low-cut necks
(not anything that fits!)
and all she thinks about is sex
and showing off her tits.
But when she has a day off work
she loves to leave 'em loose,
and greets the postman with a smirk
which makes the chap vamoose.

Jayne, that one was hysterical.

Here's one for you and one for Susan

Joy’s Neon Bra

The neon bra that held them up
was custom made; a zzzzzz sized cup
She took it off, and went to bed;
a big mistake, `cause now she’s dead.
She died beneath behemoth breasts
that pinned her arms, the medic guessed.


A Sensual Sod

She likes to get drunk in the meadow
and listen to butterflies flap.
She likes to get stoned in the forest
and sniff out the places bears crap.
She likes to eat mushrooms they’re tasty;
the trips that she takes are intense,
she can see germs and touch rainbows
and read her own mind, her sixth sense.

Haha! Tears of laughter, that bra! ....

as for the Sensual Sod, be afraid, very afraid...

Maybe all this talk about bras might attract some of the fellas to this entertaining thread! (Or did we 'boob'? ;))

I have another one:
YEARNS JOB? NO!

Who wants to work each day? Not ME.
I'm done with all that shit.
I stay at home quite happily
and do a little bit
of housework, here, and gardening, there,
and lunching with my friends.
I live my life without a care
and will do, till it ends!
My CV's still on my PC
but Ha! I've pressed 'Delete'.
Employment? No thanks. Not for me.
Retirement's such a treat.

a suggestion
 

Were you to reverse 'Not for me ' & 'No thanks' in the penultimate line you would maintain the full-rhyme scheme.

I'll get my coat.

bazza

Thanks, Bazza.

Duh! That was a copying-it-out-and-not-concentrating thing :o