Today's timericks.

 

A hard boiled egg first thing each day/is joy to slob or prim gourmet/It's versatile and goes down well/with caviar or muscatel/That is why I do feel undone/Since I never learned to peel one!

The stock market does upward glide/like a roller coaster ride/Breaking records, minting gold/for a few who bought and sold/Today the bull may wear a crown/but what goes up must sure come down . . . 

Racist far-right movements/momentum now achieve/as their online poison/they do gladly weave/With heads and hearts so hollow/that they will fill with trash/some follow these deceivers/and like to hear stuff crash/So ignorance and hatred/the spotlight have embraced/Their goal has never varied/They want to lay things waste.

And his word shall hiss forth from generation to generation

 

The word of the Lord is abundant;

a sissing insistent and sweet.

Our job is to sow it

so nations will know it;

dumbfounding the proud and elite.

It's cogent and never redundant. 

Sandals in the Snow.

 

I'm wearing sandals in the snow;

me, an elderly patriarch.

If my old mother saw me now

there's no doubt she'd drop a scow.

Her grown up son, out on a lark!

With frozen toes and giddy brow.

The day of miracles has not ceased.

 

God of wonder, God of might,

lead us from this faithless night!

Let thy miracles be known

and to one and all be shown.

Help us each to testify

that thy marvels are nearby!

And he will plead your cause

 

Our advocate is Jesus Christ;

the Father hears his plea.

He knows each one of us

and asks the Father for mercy.

No other intercession 

is effective at the Throne;

his love for us is infinite,

his power stands alone.

Photo Essay: New Postcards Mailed to President Joe Biden this Week.

 

Today's timericks.

 

Joe Biden begins oversight/by scribbling with all his might/His pen will not tire/it catches on fire/He spills ink just like a playwright.

The market for housing is tight/Pulling up stakes in the night/no longer appeals/to folks with ideals/They stay put like some old stylite. 

Statistics say lifespans are less/Financially, we are a mess/We're so polarized/we seem mesmerized/We sure need a quick convalesce! 

The work of the Lord is steadily moving forward.

 

Nothing stops the work of God.

It rolls forth 'neath the nose of busy fools.

But those who seek for it will find

that there is joy that's unconfined

in humbly working as his tools

though sometimes weak and often flawed.

The Next Stop for Departing Public Officials? Hollywood (WSJ)

 

As political officials transition into and out of power in Washington and across the country this week, Hollywood talent agencies are on the hunt for new business. For the agencies, political clients are proving to be lucrative as demand for original content spikes, streaming platforms proliferate and movie-star salaries drop.  (WSJ)

The smart Tinsel Town promoter

looks for unemployed politicians

to sell cornflakes, win a Tony --

since they've moved lots of baloney

and are racked with large ambitions,

which were flattened by the voter.

Today's timericks.

 

What makes gluten-free so right?/And white bread such a crime?/Why must all the scones I eat/be filled with sprouts and grime?/Let me have some Wonder Bread/and leave me be, you prudes/who want to ruin my innards with/your rules about my foods!

Janet Yellen wants to spend/us to prosperity/She says growing deficits/are now the only key/I say "Let 'er rip, Ms. Jane!"/and take us for a jaunt/that either makes us rich and fat/or leaves us rather gaunt.

The Democrats want cleaner air/trees that flourish/crowds that care/What they'll get/I'm much afeard/is the same old greed that's geared/to Big Oil and other slobs/who whisper/"We will lose some jobs"/Thus the Blue Wave beats on shores/that care only for s'mores.