“You know you want to, just have a go;
You’re all alone, no one will know.
Just once won’t hurt; it’s not that bad.
See, others have done it, and they’re not sad.
Scum Rings
Repentance
The Wasp Who Learned Too Late
“Now this is living!” says the wasp, with wings outstretched in flight;
The small fig orchard, still and calm, is bathed in soft moonlight.
Against advice, given thrice, he ventured to this place;
“The old fool doesn’t know,” he mocks, in a quickened, defiant pace.
Besides, his friends were talking; and he wants to come and see—
The whispered nighttime mystery, rumored in this old tree.
Redemption
Modified art from Harold Copping, Public domain.
Crimson sin, staining red;
Spotted soul, spiritually dead.
On the roadside, left to die,
Circling vultures in the sky.
Whited Wool
Doing laundry is such a chore.
Sort the colors? I ask what for?
Then throwing whites with red and green,
I toss them all in the wash-machine.
But all my smugness turns to dread
When all the whites go tie-dye red!
Once Upon A Rhyme 