Poetry Round Robin

[Leanne]

The door to Tuesday isn't far
to see the sorry poets try
for language's menage a trois.

No sense in getting la-de-da
in many tongues. I wonder why
the door to Tuesday isn't far

from back seats in a dodgem car?
Your coconuts have turned too shy
for language's menage a trois.

Two icecreams and a chocolate bar
will shut you up. As robots fly
the door to Tuesday isn't far

or fair; it's where the winners are
or want to be. Though pigs may lie,
the door to Tuesday isn't far,
for language is menage a trois.