Tim Torkildson's Clown Alley
The Poet Laureate of the New York Times Newsroom
Sunday, November 22, 2020
The Unauthorized Autobiography of Me. Section Three.
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I managed to escape my captors in a hot air balloon over the Jamoke Mountains. "Tork! What a team we were!" Steve Smith, former ...
Today's Timericks.
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My glasses fog up with a mask; I don't know what to do/the remedies suggested by the experts are all foo/and so I take my glasses off,...
Saturday, November 21, 2020
The Unauthorized Autobiography of Me. Section Two.
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Riots broke out when I lost the election. "Seems like a good hobby, and nice for us journlists! I suspect you could help some of the ...
Today's timericks.
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Modern stylites we became/worshipping a grand mainframe/that salvation in a box/brings us in our robes and socks/Backs now turned to analo...
Giving Thanks.
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Giving thanks is simple, yet I so often do forget to discover blessings small -- and that God's behind them all.
Friday, November 20, 2020
The Unauthorized Autobiography of Me. Section One.
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The back porch where I was born. "The little piece you have just sent is good and very interesting. The last two lines are especially...
A Prophet Speaks This Very Day
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President Russell M. Nelson. A prophet speaks this very day; and will we hear what he will say? Or will our worldly disbelief so rob us of...
Today's timericks.
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I'm using all the brains I have to get by nowadays/I doubt if it is ten percent -- I'm always in a haze/The rest of my grey matter...
Thursday, November 19, 2020
Today's Timericks
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I love sauerkraut, you bet/yet I often do regret/eating it so late at night/with a fiendish appetite/I have dreams that Hitler would/call ...
The grave shall have no victory
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No victory goes to the grave; Christ our Savior all will save -- some to great estate beyond, while others their estate have pawned -- but...
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