Watery Heist

HEIST Neptune’s treasury? Perhaps. Yet thief must
DROWN, descend to depths past light, past
ALGAE, steal the sunken horde, ascend hoping
BELLE, lady of the reef, deigns a kiss for his revival. Then he must quit the sea, never turn his back on a trident.

A Bit of Form

SNEAK a rhyme in there on the sly,
OTHERs thought you wouldn’t try:
VERSE for you is free, form organic,
BADGE for having formalled, sans panic.

Missing C

BILLY, that pleb, stands sole without a C today, while
ULCER, RACER, MINCE hoity-toity sit in C array.
RACER, ULCER, MINCE say C is here to stay, else
MINE, RA-ER, UL-ER, says Bill, will be all they say.