Monday, July 18, 2016
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
Tuesday, June 7, 2016
The Sewing was just So So
The sewing was just so so
on the field hand's dungarees.
So, after all the sowing,
and germination of the seeds,
When the time came for weeding,
He would bend down on his knees,
And, more often than not,
His dungarees would split,
Right up the backside,
And you'd hear him mutter,
"Aw, SH...
...ucks!"
on the field hand's dungarees.
So, after all the sowing,
and germination of the seeds,
When the time came for weeding,
He would bend down on his knees,
And, more often than not,
His dungarees would split,
Right up the backside,
And you'd hear him mutter,
"Aw, SH...
...ucks!"
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
Faithful Hound
Although we didn't know where to go,
or how,
or when,
or what to do,
but to march on...
"Ruff! Ruff!" barked the dog, when the going got tough,
and the weather got rough,
and we trudged through icky, sticky, stuff.
That dog got us through.
He knew what do do.
But how did he know the way to go?
Or how to lift the hearts of men,
who had lost all hope.
Emptied of pride,
grown men stopped in their tracks and cried.
And doubtless, many would have died,
but for our canine friend.
When, at last, our homeward march was done,
amidst the rising of the sun,
I marveled that each and every one of us was there.
The prize we'd sought when we'd begun
was lost to us.
We hadn't won.
And yet we did, by that return,
escape the ultimate defeat.
And so, on that night, and every night since then,
for his faithfulness to all my men,
the choicest cut of meat and bone,
I serve to him, and him alone.
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
Brave Matilda
Under the old wizard's gaze, students usually whither.
But not brave Matilda,
who kept her wits with her,
when he asked her,
"With which little witch did you switch?"
"Switch what?" she replied,
looking straight in his eyes.
And although he was easily three times her size,
he seemed smaller than she was
for a moment, and then
he coughed and said, "I wondered whether..."
But then he just trailed off.
And he walked off.
And we all dispersed,
Wondering if somehow
The old man she'd cursed.
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
Holey, Wholly, Holy
With lots of holes, it's holey.
With all its piece, wholly.
God alone is holy.
With all its piece, wholly.
God alone is holy.
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Tuesday, April 5, 2016
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
News You Can Use
Here's some news that you can use:
If you should lose your brand new shoes,
don't lose heart!
Before you start
to search,
Just lie
down and do
your best to try
to shut your eyes,
and take a snooze.
You may dream of important clues.
Then, when you wake,
go back again
to all the places you have been.
If you still can't find them anywhere,
Chin up!
Don't give in to despair.
I've got some flip flops you can wear.
If you should lose your brand new shoes,
don't lose heart!
Before you start
to search,
Just lie
down and do
your best to try
to shut your eyes,
and take a snooze.
You may dream of important clues.
Then, when you wake,
go back again
to all the places you have been.
If you still can't find them anywhere,
Chin up!
Don't give in to despair.
I've got some flip flops you can wear.
Tuesday, March 8, 2016
Tuesday, March 1, 2016
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
Misfire and Getaway
The archer gripped his trusty bow,
drew an arrow,
let it go,
accidentally struck a cow,
and, fearing it might cause a row,
he took a rather hasty bow,
and disappeared into the crowd,
whose cheers by then had grown so loud,
no one heard him throw his bow
into the bow of his boat or no-
tice as he took up oar and oar,
to row, row, row to the opposite shore.
He tied up his boat,
mounted his horse
(who was surprised to see him so soon, of course)
and rode off down the road.
He never did return again.
And so he never knew that when
the farmer pulled the arrow out,
the cow was perfectly fine.
drew an arrow,
let it go,
accidentally struck a cow,
and, fearing it might cause a row,
he took a rather hasty bow,
and disappeared into the crowd,
whose cheers by then had grown so loud,
no one heard him throw his bow
into the bow of his boat or no-
tice as he took up oar and oar,
to row, row, row to the opposite shore.
He tied up his boat,
mounted his horse
(who was surprised to see him so soon, of course)
and rode off down the road.
He never did return again.
And so he never knew that when
the farmer pulled the arrow out,
the cow was perfectly fine.
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Tuesday, February 9, 2016
Banished from the Bakery
The morning rolls were oh so nice,
I asked the baker for advice.
"To fluffy up your daily bread, you need to kneed the dough," he said.
"I see," I said. "And how do they rise, just so to this specific size?"
"The yeast!" he said. "You knead it through. And then the bread knows what to do."
"It does?" I asked, a bit confused.
(That bread could "know" to me was news.)
"Of course it does!" he spat right back
(as if I'd made a rude attack).
Seeing the look of hurt in his eyes, I did my best to apologize.
But the damage was done.
The baker stormed off.
Then, clearing his throat with a dignified cough,
"It does!" he declared, and SLAMMED the door.
I don't go to that bakery any more.
I asked the baker for advice.
"To fluffy up your daily bread, you need to kneed the dough," he said.
"I see," I said. "And how do they rise, just so to this specific size?"
"The yeast!" he said. "You knead it through. And then the bread knows what to do."
"It does?" I asked, a bit confused.
(That bread could "know" to me was news.)
"Of course it does!" he spat right back
(as if I'd made a rude attack).
Seeing the look of hurt in his eyes, I did my best to apologize.
But the damage was done.
The baker stormed off.
Then, clearing his throat with a dignified cough,
"It does!" he declared, and SLAMMED the door.
I don't go to that bakery any more.
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
The Daring Young Waiter on the Flying Trapeze
Without spilling a pea from a bowl full of peas,
or losing a slice from a plate piled with cheese,
the daring young waiter on the flying trapeze
sailed over our heads with the greatest of ease,
a look on his face of absolute peace,
each hair of his mustache painstakingly greased.
At the pinnacle of his swing, we all gasped.
He released!
Then flipped five or six times!
(I wasn't quite able
to be sure of the count.)
He landed at our table.
Bravo! We all cheered.
And though the menu was weird,
I'd come back anytime for such service.
or losing a slice from a plate piled with cheese,
the daring young waiter on the flying trapeze
sailed over our heads with the greatest of ease,
a look on his face of absolute peace,
each hair of his mustache painstakingly greased.
At the pinnacle of his swing, we all gasped.
He released!
Then flipped five or six times!
(I wasn't quite able
to be sure of the count.)
He landed at our table.
Bravo! We all cheered.
And though the menu was weird,
I'd come back anytime for such service.
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
The Ultimate Race
My rival and I,
We traded the lead,
As up hills and down hills we sped.
First he,
and then I,
and then again he
overtook the leader
and led.
But on the last uphill, he passed me once more.
And as he did he said,
"How much do you want this?"
That was it!
Six words!
Like the arrow to Achilles' heel when he bled.
The fire in my heart
That had fueled me from the start
went out.
My legs felt like lead.
With astonishing speed,
I lost my lead.
My rival, he raced on ahead.
And as I faded back
into the pelaton pack,
His words spun round and around in my head:
How much did I want this?
Not enough was my answer.
And that's why I became
a dancer
instead.
We traded the lead,
As up hills and down hills we sped.
First he,
and then I,
and then again he
overtook the leader
and led.
But on the last uphill, he passed me once more.
And as he did he said,
"How much do you want this?"
That was it!
Six words!
Like the arrow to Achilles' heel when he bled.
The fire in my heart
That had fueled me from the start
went out.
My legs felt like lead.
With astonishing speed,
I lost my lead.
My rival, he raced on ahead.
And as I faded back
into the pelaton pack,
His words spun round and around in my head:
How much did I want this?
And that's why I became
a dancer
instead.
Tuesday, January 19, 2016
The Herring Plate in the Bering Strait
We were bearing straight
through the Bering Strait,
when I looked at my watch.
It was nine fifty eight!
I asked our waiter why our food was so late.
"It isn't," he said, and delivered our plate
of herring
for sharing.
Oh, boy! Was it great!
Freshly caught.
Piping hot.
Without question - worth the wait!
through the Bering Strait,
when I looked at my watch.
It was nine fifty eight!
I asked our waiter why our food was so late.
"It isn't," he said, and delivered our plate
of herring
for sharing.
Oh, boy! Was it great!
Freshly caught.
Piping hot.
Without question - worth the wait!
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
The Sloppy Patron
The sloppy patron had the guile
To leave a sticky, stinky pile
Of empty wrappers in the aisle
Right there beside his feet.
(And two rows behind me).
No one could pass
Around or through.
And none of us knew what to do,
Until the ushers came and threw
It out,
and with it, you know who.
(I sneaked this photo from my seat...)
To leave a sticky, stinky pile
Of empty wrappers in the aisle
Right there beside his feet.
(And two rows behind me).
No one could pass
Around or through.
And none of us knew what to do,
Until the ushers came and threw
It out,
and with it, you know who.
(I sneaked this photo from my seat...)
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