Snippets Poem by Margaret Kollmer

Women disdain
The obsequious swain.


Ambiguous attitudes
Are like duck-billed platitudes.


There's no pleasure in wit
Without witness.


The man who snores
Is courting divorce.


Those who write verses
Need cash in their purses.

Oops!
What ineffectual blundering
has got me in this mess?
I've gone and spilt
tomato sauce
Right down my brand new dress.

Don't give me words
of sympathy
Or blame it on the
the bottle.
You know as well as I do -
I should not have had
that tottle.

THE BEAU'S FAUX PAS


Beggin' yer puddin' soir, Oi said
Oi only be yer valet.
If thou wouldst pas de deux with me
Ye'd best be learnin' ballet.

LOGICAL?


If but a half of tropical
meant areas sub-tropical
Then wouldn't news sub-topical
make readers sub-myopical?


A LAST FAREWELL

A braw lad was he, veri veri
Adored eating duck peri peri.
Too sad he got sick, beri beri
Och aye. Bury, bury.