Think ahead!

A gal who was rather a scold
Lately realized her strategy foretold
She felt totally above
All showing of love
Thus her relationship with her kids was cold

To poke or not to poke

I just saw "Lonesome Dove" and I want a poke.
I am serious. This is not a joke
I like the effects
Of a little sex
I'll need a lot more before I croak

It's understandable

A woman was trying to write
But it was noisy at that bomb site
She needed a room
Quiet as a tomb
So it was natural that she was uptight

A sad tale

A woman was trying to write
A saga about a potato blight
Because the spuds
Had all been duds
The Irish couldn't eat one bite

The good part of aging

If people around are polled
They'll say I'm growing old
But it's really not so sad
That my memory's gone bad
I can repeat good times four fold

Feeling your pain

A woman was on a campaign
And her interest was not plain
To make gays and straights rearrange
In a way that was not strange
So they could discover each others pain

How not to create a zombie

A woman was on a mighty campaign
To reanimate the dead that were slain
She inserted much blood and fluids
After studying the lore of the Druids
But she entered it in the wrong vein