The urgency of warthogs
wandering in the brush
grunting for ripe acorns
sounds like aging hunters

prowling in a singles bar
late on a Saturday night
half an hour from closing
no beauty queen in sight

till one of them decides
to meet Miss Prim and Proper
who suddenly looks lovely.
But she rejects the come-on

Big Man saved from high school:
“Honey, I have the hot dog
and you have the bun. Let’s
get together and have some fun.”