Category Archives: satire

A Fool Indeed – Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

For Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 58, Fools Abound, Yvette invites us to write a syllabic poem about types of fools or fun or annoying pranks. 

Image: A 19th Century illustration showing Don Quixote after his fight with a windmill. Found at stablediffusionweb.com


A Fool Indeed

How long is April Fools Day? Just a day? Seems longer to me. Perhaps it’s because there are so many fools to contend with, it seems more than a day. On reflection it seems like it’s been running for a long time. In fact (checks calendar) April Fools day began on January 20, 2025. That’s when history inverted, when the world’s worst jester became pretend king. The pranks have been running non stop for thirteen months with no end in sight. And the pranks are exponentially growing, becoming more bizarre on a grand scale. The jokes are fairly pathetic, he’s ended eight wars that didn’t exist, he received a gift that didn’t exist, he claims a faith that doesn’t exist, a heritage that doesn’t exist. A fool indeed. But there’s a fool who trumps even him, even greater is the one who believes the likes of the fool who would be king. 

Ignobel Quixote
Saves world from his fantasies
Windmills of his mind





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No Matter The Cost – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: thames-liquidwastedisposal.co.uk

No Matter The Cost

When shit goes down
and it does,
it ends up in our
collection tanks,
every three years
we have them pumped out
and the sewage taken

away at great cost,
sometimes we have it
pumped sooner as
circumstances dictate,
it seems obvious to me
that the whitehouse
is banked up to overflowing,
it's high time it was
pumped out and the
contents taken away
no matter the cost.



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Never Cliched – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image by Sara Pohl from Pixabay

Never Cliched

Whether it be in the country
or in the city and
contrary to popular opinion,
a rooster rarely crows at dawn

crows before dawn
crows early
mid-morning
midday
afternoon
sometimes in the night,
often when there’s an interloper
when it’s spring and the hens
seem more attractive than yesterday,
but never cliched
which often brings conflict
because some believe the cliche
and want it as the law,
so that if your rooster crows
other than at dawn, well
a complaint to the civil authority
is sure to ensue.

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Example A – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Bjorn is hosting Open Link Night (with Saturday Live edition) – the night we choose a poem to post.

dVerse Poets – OLN

Photo: found at winkgo.com

Example A

Give me a definition of irony
tell me the meaning,
you asked,
well now let me see,
O yes
nothing beats the tub thumping
righteousness of an online
essayist piously preaching
that we should all take time
away from the screen and
learn to breathe, like in those
elusive good old days,
well I don't disagree but
the writer went on (and on)
asking that we need to stop
scrolling through other
people's stuff,
all while touting for
paid subscribers,
that's my definition of irony.





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Making Him Up – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image: found at englishstrippedbare.com



Making Him Up

He's a sow's ear
never the silk purse,
we all know
his record's crystal clear,
you can eulogise
him all you like but
your words mean nothing,
they're just lipstick on a pig.

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Pigs In The Shitehouse – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

President Zelenskyy is in my view a statesman, a leader, a straight-player. The other guy … a disgrace, Putin’s puppet.

Photo: available on multiple sites via bing.com President Volodymyr Zelenskyy of Ukraine

“The footage of far-right salutes shows straightened arms in finest suits.” Janine Booth

Pigs In The Shite House

The orange pig
squealed and squealed
covered in domestic shit,
seeking the attention of
the room, while the
yellow pig ranted about
travelling to Ukraine by
couched news stories,
but the short man
Zelenskyy
ambushed
but, what a guy
he stood tall, calm
taller than the squealing pigs
wanting to sully
humiliate
gaslight
desiring to grub his land
steal his minerals
offer his country to
the red pig,
every farmer knows that you
never turn your back on a pig,
they may be cute onetime
but they devour everything
including their friends.




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Pure I amb – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Warning: Shakespeare purists turn away now 😀 (this may just be the best sonnet I have written)

Note: in most of the instructions for sonnet writing, whose meter is iambic pentameter, the syllables are stressed as soft-hard or da-dum, da-dum. The rhyme scheme alternates, except for the couplet.

Art: William Shakespeare: artist not credited, found on multiple sites via bing.com

“I’m ashamed to look an honest young Sonneteer in the face.” Don Marquis

Pure I amb 

Da dum da dum da dum da dum da dum
da dum da dum da dum da dum da hob,
da dum da dum da dum da dum da dum
da dum da dum da dum da dum da hob.

Da dum da dum da dum da dum da dar
da dum da dum da dum da dum da hem,
da dum da dum da dum da dum da dar
da dum da dum da dum da dum da hem.

Da dum da dum da dum da dum da rum
da dum da dum da dum da dum da bah,
da dum da dum da dum da dum da rum
da dum da dum da dum da dum da bah.

Da dum da dum da dum da dum da dee,
da dum da dum da dum da dum da dee.

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Redfacextwitsapinit – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: from antiscamclub.com – scam sites in social media and communications use stolen photos.

“everybody was nudging, inching, cheating for some insignificant advantage, the lie was the weapon …” Charles Bukowski

Redfacextwitsapinit

Belinda,
if indeed that is her name,
with a thousand emojis
bikini avatar
angled for peeking,
declares she's single, 32
seeking friendship
looking for love,
posts sunsets
well, only three
that I can see,
none are her own
ten followers,
she signed up just
two days ago,
no opinions
no tags
no interests,
though phishing
seems to be her thing
and the slim possibility
I will fall for her charms,
but sadly for her
I'm not a fan.

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A Curmudgeon Reflects – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Dora is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem using the words Despite, and Still. For more detail follow the link below:

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Despite And Still

Image by Antonio Cansino from Pixabay

“No, why should I mind? I can’t get any peace anywhere.” Dave Calder

A Curmudgeon Reflects

Ah, schmaltzmass
that day when we run ragged
to be the people we claim to already be
while desperately seeking an approximation
of Brady heaven via a
Hallmark snow drifted manger
now bloodied,
but please, don't mention the war -
yes, of course it's tragic
but the meat is ready
let's not be sad or contentious
today is a celebration
(of what I'm tempted to ask),
so much talk of love
so little action,
despite the claims love lies wasted
especially from the very franchise
whose charter is to be selfless
in the face of poverty and prejudice
of war and genocide,
yet
between the carving and the pudding
I catch a glimpse of what heaven
might be like, and
despite my antipathy
still love wins.

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They No Longer Shine – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: aljazeera.com (G20 puppets 2018)

“The puppets are in love and so are the puppeteers” David Tait

They No Longer Shine

The puppets
despite their expense
are lacklustre now,
their movements stiff
by rusted joints seized,
suspension wires bent
tormented, twisted
faces peeling,
eyes dimmed
ears broken,
heads bowed with weight
they no longer shine
for restless audiences
who come with
desperate expectation
for the promise of the past,
the script long lost
band discordant
theatre dilapidated,
no one knows where to
start or what to do,
they just keep repeating
the old lines hoping
something new will happen.

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