[Pedro Poitevin]

LUST

Look at my neighbor's house,
and there––look at his spouse!
Unjust.

He built a shiny fence,
but it's––in his defense––
robust.

I want to eat that peach,
the one I cannot reach
but must.

There is no greater sin,
none more encompassing,
than lust.

[Roger Slater]

LUST

If lust's a sin, I love a sin!
The feeling overpowers!
Of course, I'll call the doctor in
if the sin exceeds four hours.

[Marion Shore]

The sin of lust's the best:
although it may be moot,
what good are all the rest
without forbidden fruit?

Avarice is boring:
it's no fun hoarding treasure.
Sloth will keep you snoring;
wrath spikes up your blood pressure.

Envy turns you green,
gluttony gets you fat.
Pride makes you primp and preen
and nobody likes that!

Of all the deadly seven,
it's lust that rings the bell!
If there's no lust in heaven,
Well then, just give me hell!

[Roger Slater]

Well done, Marion, but do you need the first stanza?

[Roger Slater]

GLUTTONY

Let's hear it for gluttony,
the one sin we need!
(I own a few restaurants.
My own sin is greed).

[Pedro Poitevin]

If it's robust,
with every thrust
I feel it stronger.

I wish your lust
persisted just
a little longer.

[Pedro Poitevin]

My goodness, Marion's is very strong.

How does one decide which one to send in?