Two Bad Cats You knew it was wrong To knock the clock down From the table and make it go bong. You knew I’d see red If you jumped on the bed And ran over my belly and head. And let me repeat: You don’t get any treats Till you’ve eaten up all of your
The Arrow and the Song I shot an arrow in the air. It fell to earth I know not where; For so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in flight. I breathed a song into the air. It fell to earth I know not where; For who has sight do keen and
Soup, soup, beautiful soup! Soup of the evening, beautiful soup! Beautiful soup, so rich and green, Waiting in a hot tureen, Who for such dainties would not stoop? Soup of the eee-vening, Byooo-tiful soup! The Mock Turtle’s Song, from Lewis Carroll’s “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland”
Either/Or More snow today. Is Mother Nature getting Forgetful, or mad?
Spring In New Hampshire The snow is still deep on the ground. The temperature’s in the low teens. The robin’s not making a sound. The edge of the wind is still keen. The longer I live here, the more I believe That the deep freeze is followed only by sun burn And skeeters that sting
New snow falls on old So quietly I can hear My bones shivering.
Heaven If all you can do In Heaven is praise God, Who wants to go there? Angels Being an angel Must be boring unless You’re the Avenger.
Senator Mammon There was a sly devil named Mitch Who used politics to get rich. Though Trump made him glower. Mitch clung to his power And let off the son of a bitch.
The Persistence of Trumpitude There’s a weird old rhyme that goes, “As I was walking up the stair, I met a man who wasn’t there. He wasn’t there again today; I wish, I wish he’d go away.” Here it is updated: “Yesterday’s news came on the air About a man who’s not all there. He’s
Choices This plague year, do you Sink, or swim away from death? Do you sing, or scream?