rhyming couplets (okay you asked for bad!)

the night dripped with moisture
no victims walked for sure

even the blood bank was closed
Screed's rats were preposed

that sucked more than starving
so Nick and Lacroix began carving

upon one another's desire
there is nothing like sex with your sire.



bre ;^)
If it were not for the last minute, nothing would get done.
-Anonymous


Brenda Roberts, 
author of Psychosis and A Cold North Wind available from www.synergebooks.com
co-author of The Poor Man's Cookbook coming soon from SynergEbooks
co host of Four Star Five Minute Writing Workshops
President of Texoma Poetry Society 
(http://hometown.aol.com/breAhnya/tpsindex.htm)
Webweaver of Poetry Society of Texas (http://members.tripod.com/psttx/)