Honeymoonin'

Once upon a time,
In a poem without a rhyme,
A couple said, "I do."
And then went to England.

They went to see Big Ben
And a church designed by Wren.
And then they bought some Pickle
Named after some guy Branston.

Haikus of Impression

Planting a garden,
Going on plastic cup runs,
Moving large bookshelves,

One more laundry load,
Making yet another list,
Double checking times,

Excitement is here!
Buzzing, caffeinated bees-
Zipping, shouting, pow!

The Calendar Tips its Hat

T'would be nice if today
My eggs were just right,
The bacon strips crispy,
The Hash browns a delight,
The coffee so bold,
The orange juice cold
And there I'd be sittin'
Four and thirty years old.

I have no doubt that these things will be true. Give me two shakes and I shall verify.

Diving Catches in Future Endzones

Tis a beautiful day in St. Paul.
If I had a son, we'd toss the football.
He'd leap in the air and dive on the ground.
I'd do play by play and make the crowd's sound.
Grass would be staining our elbows and knees
While the wind would be blowing a beautiful breeze.
Tis a beautiful day in St. Paul.
Tis a beautiful day in St. Paul.

Going Positive

Sharing disgust
Doesn't do much.
Amendments, however,
Are quite the endeavor!

We are in a political climate where something fundamental has gone wrong. I'm not pointing the finger at the present administration, though I think they are pushing the problem to its logical ends. No, we've got a Washington problem that transcends party affiliation. The way to solve this problem is through the process set out in the Constitution, amendments.

Follow the link in the poem for some proposed amendments to the Constitution that seek to address some of our current problems. Scroll down to the footnotes for plain English explanations of the legalese. (Here is the link for The Bill of Federalism website.)

Disgust

The 'media' disgust me;
They're lower than scum.
Lying reporters
Think we're all dumb.
They choose all their stories
To fool the unwise,
The people unwilling
To open their eyes.
So long as we listen,
And read what they write
Our country will suffer
Continuing blight.

The media is a cancer. Far from contributing to society's well-being, they actively undermine it. Until they are ignored or just laughed at, we will suffer because of them.

Not a Poem!

The following is not a poem. I repeat, not a poem.

Our president is an obnoxious twit.

What you just read was not a poem. I repeat, not a poem.

Nahum

The prophet Nahum
So rarely gets love.
That's really too bad.

He bashed Ninevah
For being evil.
They made him mad.

But they didn't last;
They got all destroyed.
And Nahum weren't sad.

(next week: Habakkuk)