Put coal in your stocking
On April Fool’s Eve
And the Fool
Fearing Santa’s sharp claws,
Will just leave.
Month: March 2025
Symbolism Embolism
Meteorophorically,
Too much March lamb
For too long can go wrong
And can threaten the dam.
Lion-like weather
Somewhere in the month
Is tradition. Just wishin’
It weren’t all at oneth.
All The World’s A Stage
Theater’s transformative
For those attuned to what it offers.
I’m not sure I’d care to live
Where arts don’t share the public coffers.
Those who have and who have not
Can meet in theaters to share
The gifts their counterparts have brought
And find some common interest there.
You needn’t think the same as me,
But while we’re in that room, we’re we.
Social Groundhog
I’ve shied away from social apps
Since Covid locked us down,
Needing to turn off the taps
On things that make me frown.
Occasionally, I’ll sneak a peek
At posts from friends I’ve missed,
But now my skin’s so thin, I freak,
And quickly must desist.
There’s so much to divide us now
Push always comes to shove.
I’m fine when I’m offline: That’s how
My heart stays filled with love.
Sibling Ribaldry
On Opening Day
Every team is tied for first:
Lots of sisters kissed.
10-Word Recap: 3 Summers of Lincoln
Douglass and Lincoln
Sing what they’re thinkin’:
Radicals shout, “Now!”
And That’s The Upside
Pessimism’s hard.
No one wants to talk to you
When you’re always right.
The Tippi Point
The birds I watch are fine, I guess.
I think I might enjoy it less
Than others who delight to see
Their birds, ’cause mine are watching me.
I wouldn’t worry that they did,
But I watched Hitchcock as a kid.
Where Or When
The difference between where you start
And where you finish up
Is Time
And possibly Geography
If you’re transportable
Which I’m
How Come I’m Late
Nothing’s burning up, or wet;
They haven’t had the earthquake yet
That they’ve been promising for years;
No hurricanes or twister fears;
No freezing rain or sleet or hail;
No aging infrastructure fail;
No feral dogs; no plague of mice.
I overslept. Will that suffice?