The French are a funny old race,
Who’ve run out of free parking space.
They’re writing memoirs
About their old cars,
Then giving them up with bad grace.
When Instagram goes on the fritz,
Their users find out it’s the pits.
No photos to share --
At what can they stare? --
Life is but vain without glitz!
An engineer named Mr. Reard
Invented bikinis and cleared
A path for decay
In man’s moral way --
As modesty sure disappeared!
UTAH'S ICONIC SPIRAL JETTY CONTINUES TO DETERIORATE, AS FEW SIGHTSEERS WANT TO TACKLE A TRACKLESS WASTE TO GET TO IT
The Mormons settled Great Salt Lake because their God had spoken;
He wanted them to leave a world too wicked and quite broken.
After many years gone by the landscape still was bleak,
And only crazy artists roamed from peak to salty peak.
One of them a jetty built; his goal remains opaque --
It draws but very meager crowds of tourists to the Lake.
I, too, am quite possessed by art -- the art of words, that is.
But I won’t travel to the Lake -- it gives my hair a frizz.
If you would like to see my work, it’s chiseled in the Cloud --
Where all the little blogsites go that never get endowed.
G20 now meets in Berlin
While protesters make the place spin.
They think that the goods
Those financial hoods
So constantly chisel are sin.
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