Were-with-all (poem)

A trip, a realm, a parallel dimension.

Climb up east, traverse in west,

A monkey and a vixen.

The werewolf prowls, yet never scowls his prey,

instead they scope giant's faces, moonlit or in day.

Beauty and beast, beast of beauty; strong compassionate throng.

Their skipping ascension without reprehension: sure as day is long.

Muh Mary (poem)

Are you she?
My heavenly plea?
As what. Who that I see?
A beauty of curves in front of me.
But, your body, breasts, and that butt.
...are eclipsed by much more.
What?

A mind.
A piece of mind.
Mary, and peace of mind.
Intelligence behind green eyes.
Wit rooted with red hair.
Vocabulary plainly wise.
Portrait ideas, skin so fair.

Conceive at brilliance to stare.

Cereal Killers (poem)

Honeynut Bumbles, poison stinging all.
Trix Rabbit buries hand grenades.
Lucky wields arcane fire... carelessly flinging balls.
Captain Crunch battalions the musket brigades.

Frosty the tiger mauls children,
while Toucan Sam sniffs leftovers.
Smack'em the frog smacks old men.
Count Chocula just watches and hovers.

Snap, Crackle, and Pop... the brothers,
AKA the terrible threesome,
the kings in the rings of these killers,
their antics are famously fearsome.

Snap: the bone breaker. Crackle: the blaze maker.
Pop, a no nonsense executioner holds a gun.
The terrors of these three will urge you to flea.
When they're on the hunt, it's for sport, it's for fun.