That Is The Question

Could this be the day?*

*If you’re asking, “Day for what?“
Better hope it’s not.

Convict In Chief

I did not expect
A jury of Donald’s peers
To do the right thing

Haberdastardly

I don’t have a quarrel
With actions “immoral,”
Like wearing floral
Print shirt to a wake.

What’s “evil’s” uncertain.
If nobody’s hurt, in
My mind then a shirt in
Poor taste I can take.

Anti-Deet

When mosquitoes bite
Everyone but you, then that’s
A niche you can’t scratch.

Same Knee, Less Jerk

On Memorial Day
When the Stars & Stripes flies
From a pickup, it might not be
Some MAGA guy’s
Proto-fascist, lib-owning,
Go Brandon chain-yank,
But a quiet-voiced driver
With someone to thank.

Six Degrees Of Immortality

Everyone I know
Knows my other friends the way
I remember them

Partnees

Everything is either grand
Or grim, depending where you stand
And whether you’re the -er or -ee,
But if it helps, stand next to me.

Spending The Weather Budget

It’s practically June
So the weekend calls for snow
With high heat warnings

That’s Just Botany

It’s sunny and hot
So the roses are red.
When it’s cool, they turn blue
And they’re violets instead.

Honey Do Not

I’ve one request of bumblebees:
Don’t fly inside my helmet, please,
And sting me when I’m on my bike?
The pollinating, though, I like.