Writer’s block - fun short poem

I know exactly what I want to say
But all my words have run away. 

Medusa

Medusa,

Once a beauty

like bright-eyes Athena

Raped and left.

Punished.

Could never look in a mirror.

Now her make-up is smudged

everywhere.

Snakes for hair

doesn’t get you very far.

A blind date now

means so much more. 

Political Correctness

The Black,

Disabled,

Jewish,

Retarded,

Lesbian dwarf

with Downs Syndrome talked to me today.

She was nice. 

The girl with toothpicks for legs

There once was a girl

with toothpicks for legs

she was teased 

bullied

shunned

but in the end her two friends

which whom she had peace

were pineapple and cheese. 

University

We write our arses off

tick all the boxes

sign

on the dotted line

to drink fine wines

punting tours

scores of scholars 

in a place

with a face 

of gold

unyielding and cold.