I think I'll pick on our own Master of Memory:
Poor Man's Car
Edmund Clerihew Bentley
drove a Chevy, evidently.
Broken Windshield
All night driving south
spitting bugs from out my mouth
Next Morning - Having Closed the Bar
Leaving the pond she looks like something I knew
rising from the Black Lagoon, on cue.
Bear *grin*
And the arms reach to embrace their own rib cage
though he better loves the words he puts to page.
Dressin Up, Coming Out
It's the Angel Moroni, resplendent in gold drag,
- resplendent, but it lets his fake tits sag
Everything's Bigger in Texas
It's hot in the mountains now, even at night
you're in Texas where Hellfires burn even more bright.
Sorry, Robert: hope you're still speaking to me *grin*
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