[Susan d.S.]

Some that stay closer to the cartoon character (whom I love!).

In Wile E. Coyote reality,
although I'm scared witless,
I'm never scared shitless.
My body lacks any anality.

In Wile E. Coyote reality,
I live among rocks
that lack any stocks,
but offer complete hospitality.

In Wile E. Coyote reality,
I live off the air
and have nothing to share,
but thrive in the barest frugality.

In Wile E. Coyote reality,
I lift up a rock
as though it's a crock,
despite absence of marked muscularity.

In Wile E. Coyote reality,
in re-runs I run
until time is done,
not seeming to lose singularity.