[Maryann Corbett]

Here are two from Jan Schreiber's Pecadilloes:

The Angler

Pompous has found a worthy mark at last:
young and amazed, she dotes upon his airs,
swallowing lines he's practiced years to cast:
She strikes, he reels, as they go up the stairs.

The Crowd

They watched him drawn and quartered,
xxxxxthe wretched sinner,
and when they got back home
xxxxxsat down to dinner.

I'm editing back because I hesitate to post again when I've posted so much. Here's one of Dan Brown's little gems:

Epitaph for Deconstruction

A puff of wind that really shouldn't
Have blown so many so far astray--
And yet not anyone who wouldn't
Have come to nothing anyway.