Tucker Carlson (from a story by Tiffany Hsu in the NYT.)

 

Tucker Carlson on Fox News

makes it plain he will not choose

any vaccination rising

from the medics he's despising.

Flying in the face of fact,

doing it with little tact,

Tucker Carlson on Fox News

is working quite a deadly ruse

on his fans who put their faith

in this television wraith.

Willful mass misinformation

could be the death yet of our nation . . . 

A new and rapidly growing Christian movement is openly political, wants a nation under God’s authority, and is central to Donald Trump’s GOP. (WaPo)

 

An apostolic reformation

now is sweeping all the nation;

mega-churches behind Trump

want to use a stomach pump,

draining sin from ev'ry belly

that has swallowed poisoned jelly

from the far left atheists --

demons full of hellish cysts!

Mercy Culture and the like

now are coming down the pike,

wielding swords of rectitude --

defying Satan's attitude.

Sharia law, based on the Bible,

they'll give to us, if only tribal.

One nation under God again --

where all must bow and say 'amen.'

I wish I felt more certitude

that Heaven is this dumb and crude . . . 

Poem on Joe Heim's Tweet About Procrastination.

 

What more there is to say

I will wait another day

on procrastinating trends

I don't have, but all my friends

are afflicted day and night --

all they ever say is 'might.'

They 'might' do a thing or not --

maybe next week if they're caught

with no valid reason why

it's not done and they can't lie.

On the other hand there's me,

full of prompt integrity;

When I say I'll do a thing

I begin on angel's wing

and 'tis done before you blink.

That includes the kitchen sink.

And the secret of my snap

I'll tell once I've had a nap . . . 

And perhaps a bag of chips

while I watch some YouTube clips.

So come back some time or other

and I'll teach you dispatch, brother.

This Poem is for John Reinan's Tweet.

 "According to several news consumers, I am dumb woke pathetic alt-left fucking trash. I plead guilty to being woke, since 6:30 this morning."

Journalists must have tough hides

and fearless consciences besides.

Since the rise of tweets and posts

reporters get more knocks than boasts.

Even mild pacific readers

call some writers mother breeders.

Civil discourse, it's well known,

has gone the way of the rotary phone.

Readers of such brutal scope

need mouths washed out with laundry soap.

I'm glad I'm not the Fourth Estate;

I don't like their attrition rate.

A Poem to Heather Long About Rent Prices.

 

"33 percent rent increases and bidding wars on rentals are the new norm in some parts of America as reopening comes with big price hikes"

Heather Long.  WaPo.  

What goes up and don't come down

is rent in any average town.

America is dispossessed

as renters become very stressed

as landlords jack the rental price

of places that would offend mice.

Housing is so tight that you

would think we're back in World War Two.

Since people can't afford high rent

and haven't got an extra cent

let's give each new born babe a tent

to live in when they're senescent. 

This Poem is for Sophie Haigney's Tweet. July 9.

 "Nothing like the extreme stress of trying to take a vacation :("

the bags are packed but I forgot

my toothbrush and my train of thought

this holiday is meant for peace

but that will take some elbow grease

eating out is still chaotic

and the wait staff still sclerotic

hotel rooms, airbnb --

there's no bath towels or soap, you see

any way you travel finds

some passengers who've lost their minds

and you'll begin to lose yours, too

with nerves that jump like kangaroo

when you travel with a crony

all you'll find is acrimony

vacationing this day and age

is stationary -- gah! -- road rage.

This Poem is for John Tevlin's Tweet.

 "Proud of myself. Managed to avoid a fistfight in the Home Depot parking lot by referring to myself as a senior citizen."

John Tevlin is a mighty man

who takes no guff at all.

Whether at Home Depot

or a poshy shopping mall.

He'd stand up to a woman;

he'd stand up to a child;

he'd stand up to a shopping cart

and not be very mild.

Toe to toe with he men,

he'd snap his fingers -- thus!

Then ask to be directed

to the nearest Senior bus.

With cane and large bifocals

he rules above the yokels.

Let us praise him

with our vocals!

Oh, that wily Johnny T.

Wish I was as old as he.

But I'm still quite young enough

to run away like scared cream puff.

This Poem is for Laurie Hertzel. (July 9)

 

A list of books

A list of books

Who wants power

or good looks

Just give me pages 

as my wages

My catalog includes

these lovely dames and dudes:

P.G. Wodehouse, what a guy!

His humor is still spry.

Patrick O'Brien --

there's no use in tryin'

to overpraise his stuff

Not when the seas are rough.

That Amy Tan,

she is my man

Domestic tales

so comprehensive

I buy her books

(though too expensive)

I could go on

and make you yawn.

Sufficient to say

books make my day.

Haiku: Tomato

 

The red tomato

and the yellow banana.

I will eat them both.

Today's Timericks: “It’s actually crazy how outdated it is.” People born after AOL Mail was invented seem to prefer to communicate in almost any other way. (NYT)

 

I'm a fuddy-duddy and I bet you are one too/burning up my email with my ancient point of view/Writing letters as a youth with postage ever rising/sending emails all for free was very appetizing/Now I learn I'm nothing but a relic of the past/and email is outdated as the work of Thomas Nast. 

The Japanese Beetles are Back.

(NYT)

Popillia japonica are back again this year/filling green thumb toilers with anxiety and fear/A highly mobile insect are these beetle herbivores/spoiling blooms and produce as it chews and sucks and bores/Action must be taken that's effective and more drastic/otherwise we're dealing with our roses being plastic!

Iceland tested a 4-day workweek. Employees were productive — and happier, researchers say.

(WaPo)

I suggest a work week that begins on Friday eve/and ends first thing on Saturday, and nobody will grieve/I practiced this for thirty years; results were gratifying/Of course we didn't eat much and my wife was always crying . . . 

The season of the yard sale is upon us once again/you can get a deck chair or a leaky fountain pen/ante up your dollars for a bargain that will grace/your home forever after and your living room debase!