From Christmas Feet:

Synchronized skaters
were keeping the beat,
as I rounded the park,
holding fast with my feet.
Their legs kicked so high that
their toes cleared their noses.
Those must be industrial-
strength panty hoses.

From Ankle Soup:

My mistress was meeting
her sister and brother,
her sister’s beau, Scott,
and her Long Island mother.
To head off with me
on the Metro North train,
for turkey with friends
and to drink their champagne.

From Custard and Mustard, Carlos in Coney Island:

This delicate pretzel,
all lacy and white?
Don’t let it fool you,
you’d better hold tight.
Your fast beating heart
could end up in your mouth,
when the car inching northward
decides to plunge south.