(The following tri-verse and tri-via-logue are restricted to
eighteen years and over. Any resemblance to characters
would be purely coincidental.)
(Mehetelo City, the cubic zirconium divorce anniversary
of Stonefish and his surprise guest hostage ex-wife, at
the Nudibranch Nudiebar. Ken the resident happy hour
crooner croons.)

The rising sun heats up the bee's cold blood,
Its wings, and wind and passing air flood
With coolness selfsame blood right down again-
Who can know what thoughts cross its tiny brain?
With smaller parts but purer oxygen,
The bee with compound eyes now measures men.

Stonefish - Our killer bees are placid as they come,
when they're smoked out of their hive and drop
their nectar on barbecued pirhana. As the pirhana
is vegetarian during the on season it is no hypocrisy
to exclude it from the list of predators to be given
sanctuary in Neo-Pangea. So, gentlemen, stub
out your stogies in the first course, and amazons
in skimpy one piece bathing suits let the
entertainment begin.
Uku - Up with Monsiuer le Duc's Neo-Pangea, down
with Zalabe's risible New-Gondwanaland.

Fisherking be knights you noughts of crosses,

Judas' silver grails, tail and head, the tosses,

The Trait or else Last Supper stamps

Waxed lyrical and sealed by inky lamps.

Some might call it fanciful Atlantis,

If so I wish those pot luck preying mantis,

But I call it truth, proxied circumstance,

The margin Babel, more than error chance.

The scholars held a conscious council once

To keep the peace, that none appear the dunce,

The Arabs got to write to west from east,

The Chinese got to write south bound, not least,

The English got to write to east from west,

So my tri-verse tri-via logs now attest.

O, noughts, speech bubbles float up from sea bed,

Atlantis's writing north bound, cross hair lead.

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She cornered on a stark stone stair incline

I went along she was petite and muscle toned

She tippy toed two steps higher than those mine

I mouthed her lovely throat at which she moaned

A rare occasion leveling eye line

She ordered kisses which I orphan owned

Against all judgement set my tingling spine

I focused on a cottage lease shed loaned

My inner self resented stuff unqueried

Id lived my life in dedicated fear

Shed mug at me and mouth next her pal's ear

Shed sigh she missed her old butler buried

One hot afternoon I hid her jumper

Championed cardigan not thinking dump her

Chorus jumper pullover sweater

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sonnet 1,573 by FisherKingKQJ

Dry lips are pursed and sucked in they seem seared

Yes I should shiver less I chose a chick

My mates mock hers and faults alleged are aired

My tummy turns make me feel just ick

I know her christian name a variant weird

I can ignore it like a nervous tic

I can exaggerate how great we peered

Should our initial kiss come off too quick
Are you just weighted wording never rude?
Is baby button your exact eye shape?
Do you pick your clothes a la mode or mood?
Has your hair only sat above its nape?

I got a racing heart a casual date
You claimed calm caught you courted causal fate
Chorus date rendezvous tryst