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On the cusp of recognition

Reckless premature ejaculation
concerning experiencing renown
worth more than fine spun gold
to upturn me frown upside down.

While countless ambitious
young potential authors
unexpectedly rocket to fame and fortune
and touted as second to none
hashtagged as superlatively gifted
yours truly plods along
incorporating within his writing
a lifetime of wit
with an occasional
appropriate and clever pun
ever since hashtagged as a logophile,
where words utilized
to entertain and stun

JUST A WHIFF

JUST A WHIFF

What are standards and regulations for
You thought it safe to go into the water
No shark, but growing clouds of brown
It must be effluent from a nearby town
Seawater that was lager now like porter
A danger to health, even life, I am sure

What happened to civic responsibilities
One wonders where that money goes
All the waste that remains uncollected
Now, even more rats can be detected
And a social economic debt still grows
Can we try a dictatorship state, please

How original idea Larks and Robins...

implemented in the Contra Dance
became a fiasco
and led to the following poetic disaster.

On a lark, myself and the missus
went to the contra dance
at the Commodore Barry
quite some time ago,
(I'm guessing maybe
a couple years back),
and I did not even break a sweat,
nor could yours truly
endure doing more than a few dances
before he got himself winded,
and sat down to watch with envy
at other people enjoying themselves
(the most fun
one can experience
with their clothes on)
courtesy flirting, and faux