Us Lot
Homo Sapiens Sapiens -
The lusting, judging, apey 'uns.

Love Sink
My overtures were spurned -
A mystery to me.
I thought we got on well,
Now I'm someone you won't see.
You never were my girl,
So it wouldn't be right if I
Refered to you as my Ex.,
So instead, you'll be my Why.

A Contribution to the Canon
Of Byron, it was boldly put about
By T.S. Eliot, unfairly, I might add,
That to our mother tongue, he added nowt
For a poet of such eminence as he.
(I suspect T.S. was jealous - just a tad).
Let not the same critique be made of me!
Although not mad, or bad, or dangerous to know,
I'll earn an entry in the OED.
(You'll see).
A brand new word, the want of which I've felt
many a time, and dedicate to you, Lord B.
So cut the ribbon. I pronounce the launch of
A generic term for the offspring of one's siblings,
Replacing "nephews and nieces", with my neater coinage: niblings.

The Physicist a wooing
"I've wined you,
I've dined you,
I've shown my devotion.
Now, what d'you say we engage in simple harmonic motion?"

Terminus ad Quem
From Stone and Bronze, we hungry men of iron
A revolution made, of demos, dance and drama,
A captive's captor, a noble scion,
A wasteland they called Pax Romana,
Immoderate greatness, superstition,
Barbarism, darkness, a culture re-awoken,
Enlightenment and Age of Reason,
Social contracts made, re-modelled, broken...
Now reckoning, though not of cold, hard cash,
Has, through plague's rout, made bodies strong.
O Reason, grant us more than just
A life that's nasty, brutish and long.
And disregard those for whom there is nothing more to us
Than members of species Homo Economicus.