Willie Winkie sits in jail with lots
of time to think
He tried to warn us all our stake
in privacy would shrink
Someone’s making threats
unveiled
Status quo or you’ll get nailed
You’d be best with itch curtailed
Be careful where you wink
Scrub your food or you’ll regret
the day that you were born
Food with dyes and drugs will
try to exit you with scorn
Radiate that mozzarella
Teaming cells with long flagella
Check your source for salmon,
Ella
No one wants to mourn
Sleeping Beauty, seven dwarves,
the first cops did the math
They figured out those guys were
tripping down the primrose path
She was sleeping, that’s not good
Plundering her neighborhood
They are not misunderstood
Their type deserves our wrath
Jack and Jill were going, not
uphill but to his camper
Lacking good protection for their
tumble? Not a damper
STDs now STIs
She believed a thousand lies
What’s that red rash on her
thighs?
Look at Jackie scamper
Think I’ll stay in bed today, the
world’s a nasty place
Are we just too dull to handle
simple acts of grace?
All behave like thugs, appalling
Lying, looting, bombing,
brawling
Chicken Little’s sky is falling
Picking up its pace
-- Published April of 2009 on the
now-defunct British website Nasty Safari
