Carrying Carol's philosophy of the first line a step further, why not make it non-nonsensical, but an integral part of the verse?
Here are a few from a series of satirical portraits I've done:
Hollywood cover girl
Starlet O'Plasticene
turned to a surgeon to
boost her appeal;
now she's a knockout and
oxymoronically
begs for a chance to have
parts that are real.
Oh what a narcissist!
Beauregard Vanity's
egocentricity's
frightfully grim.
Could he breed simply by
parthenogenesis,
soon the whole world would be
swarming with him!
"Send me your dollars," says
Reverend Grubbalot,
tacitly hawking sal-
vation for sale.
What a damn shame that his
insensitivity,
preying on weakness, won't
land him in jail.
Jan
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