Today's Timericks.

 

Nixon with his sneaky tapes/traded wine for sour grapes/Reagan in his cowboy jeans/favored milk with jelly beans/I don't know what Trump prefers/except it's only fit for slurs.

 Shut up, Kim Jong -- why don't you try?/Cuz we've got bigger fish to fry/Your pipsqueak rants don't count at all/here upon the National Mall/Shut up, I say -- jump in the lake/and Trump supporters with you take! 

Italy is on the brink/they're going down the kitchen sink/Without a helping Rockefellah/there will be no more bruschetta!

P.T. Barnum would enjoy/with bitcoin to slyly toy/When manipulation rules/most investors play at fools/Money for old rope, says I/is what bitcoin does supply. 

Stay yourselves and wonder

 

Stay yourselves and wonder

at the ripening events

that this world in chaos

now currently presents.

Perhaps a bit more godliness

and much less of a wrangle

will take us from the abyss

where now currently we dangle.

House Democrats to Introduce Articles of Impeachment Against Trump (WSJ)

 

Napoleon had his Waterloo,

now Trump is in a kindred stew.

Not for him the loving cup;

he'll find instead the jig is up.

He shot his mouth off once too oft --

this time his landing won't be soft.

Money from Home

 

From Florida to Texas, from the San Fernando fields,

from meat plants in Nebraska and warehouses of windshields;

trabajadores are remitting home their sweat-encrusted yields.

La Paz has many mothers, as Tampico has its tias,

getting their pozole from the land of muchas frias.

Sons and daughters from Campeche keep such warm ideas.

Norteamericanos, if your places were reversed,

WOULD  you be as willing to have your pay so disbursed?

 (Gringos by warm sentiment have never been coerced!)

 

He knows all thy thoughts,

 

What a man proposes in his heart is not obscured

from the God of Heaven -- even when it's not matured.

Let no seed of evil in imagination sprout --

The Lord is always happy to help you to weed it out!

Otherwise on housetops all the world will see your shame

burning with a deep and loathsome acrid rancid flame.

A visit from Amy

 

A visit from her quietly

 shifts the poles and floods

the meadows of my mind.

You have someone like that, too.

Don't you?

If not, you've been dining on rind. 

Joseph and Hyrum.

 

Joseph and Hyrum knew mobs very well;

knew that their power came only from Hell.

No good ever came from a mob on the prowl;

they're vandals and demons and ev'rything foul.

Avoid the thick crowd if you value your soul;

membership in one leads only to Sheol.

Put on thy beautiful garments.

 

Beautiful garments one day we shall wear

when in God's mercy we all fully share.

Yet such is the self-will of men I suppose

that some will still think their old rags are fine clothes.

Save me from pride and the folly of sloth,

that keeps me immured in such obstinate cloth!

The Porch Thief.

 

Sneaking in the dead of day,

stealing all my stuff away.

Trusting to black luck and truck

with a driver prone to stray.

Footage of your depredations

shall be broadcast to all nations --

as with Cain your name is muck. 

The poet's life is quiet;

aloof yet quite serene.

His manner of greeting

is hearty, but fleeting.

And won't include treating --

for he hasn't got a bean.

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