Dancing in the Dark
Isn’t just a Springsteen song
It’s a safety risk
Month: June 2026
Ein Haiku
Wenn sie erscheinen,
Kommen deutsche Verben stets
Modisch verspätet (an).*
*When they do show up,
Verbs in German are always
Fashionably late.
Hanky Travel Tip
Entering Oregon?
Here’s the right order:
- Take allergy medicine; then
- Cross the border.
Caterwaul
Another Saturday night and I ain’t got no Barbie
Not even Skipper ’cause my mom said no
Now how I wish I had some doll to play with
Even a G.I. Joe
I lost my doll a month ago
Or I’da styled a lotta curls since then
I coulda trimmed ‘n’ permed ‘n’ set ’em
But sometimes I forget ’em
That’s how I’m in the state I’m in
Another Saturday night and I ain’t got no Barbie
Not even Skipper ’cause my mom said no
Now how I wish I had some doll to play with
Even a G.I. Joe
Another neighbor told me
A Betsy-Wetsy would suit me fine
But I don’t wanna change a diaper
I’m not a bottom-wiper
I might try Frankenstein
Another Saturday night and I ain’t got no Barbie
Not even Skipper ’cause my mom said no
Now how I wish I had some doll to play with
Even a G.I. Joe
It’s hard for kids in the sixties
Who got no dough to throw around
On keepin’ up with all the latest
The grooviest, the greatest
The spacey-ageist toys in town
Another Saturday night and I ain’t got no Barbie
Not even Skipper ’cause my mom said no
Now how I wish I had some doll to play with
Even a G.I.– Oh!
Even a G.I.– No!
Even a G.I. Joe
Step Right Up
Young spiders try for worldly-wise
Whilst queueing for the ferris wheel
And summon to their many eyes
One tear apiece to show they feel
Affronted and looked-down-upon
When carnies claim they lack the height
To ride. The epilogue’s foregone:
It’s carny ear-spelunking night!
Strait Talk
I’m informed by one who knows
The Strait should be pronounced hor-MOHZ.
You may say it how you choose,
But I’ll try to avoid hor-MOOZ.
Cien Años Sin Soledad
3 June ’59
That’s a hundred years ago!*
*If we’re rounding up.
Coughy Break
There’s a point at which the win
Is nearer when you just give in,
Admit you’re sick, and sleep, for then
You’ll sooner find your feet again.
So, go lie down. (And wipe your chin.)
Lathered, Rinsed…
I’m finished with training!
The race is all done
And the road to recovery
Should be…more fun?
But today’s aches and pains
Have me asking, somehow,
Not, “Just what was I thinking?!”
But rather, “What now?”