Torku: 赤の色

 

scientific explanations

for the color red

are partisan

sadly

科学的説明
赤の場合
パーティザンです
悲しいことに

a leaf inclines to red

blushing at the thought

of winter

zut!

葉が赤く傾く 考えに赤面 冬の

a modest red

uselessly shy

what a juiceless

waste!

控えめな赤 無駄に恥ずかしがり屋 なんてジュースレス 廃棄物！

Today's Timericks.

 

Ev'rybody's getting frantic/seeing Google get gigantic/So an antitrust lawsuit/now is bearing awful fruit/But don't worry; Google will/simply buy up Capitol Hill.

Russian hackers in our hair/they are hacking ev'rywhere/In elections, power grids/even games for little kids/They are worse than in-law's snout/cuz you cannot kick them out/I guess I will go off-line/and mail letters asinine.

China has a new vaccine/doesn't work, but they are keen/to stick students on their way/to the good old USA/So if you begin to sneeze/blame those pushy darn Chinese.

Where ya gonna get the newz/now that newspapers do snooze/Partisans have set up press/to give you pure watercress/If you want the old reporting/Brit newspapers start importing.

Lawmakers are used to prying/barging in to start the frying/but the USPS keeps/them from any nosy peeps/They don't want the world to know/they invented the first 'slow.' 

When my fingernails I paint/I know sanity is faint/next I'll dye my hair bright pink/and with kohl my eyes I'll ink/call them fashion trends, but we/really know they're lunacy. 

If you really want to learn/why our diplomats all yearn/to return back home right quick/it's because they're getting sick/foreign poisons introduced/to give terrorists a boost/Envoys better watch their step/or they'll get a super strep!

If you're sitting on the fence/you don't have a good defence/You are wishy washy, mate/VOTE, and don't procrastinate/VOTE: your  wooden fence this winter/will but give you a large splinter!

Spared.

 

I testify the Lord has spared

me oft because He truly cared.

How much more often this obtains

depends on righteousness, not brains.

Torku: San San Nu

 

water flowing upside down

splashing in a vacuum

dish pan hands

brown thoughts

on a brown day --

my eggs lake

or my legs ache

the fly

and the stool --

the stool 

and the fly --

neither knows

the capitol

of Latvia

Listeth to obey

 

If you list to obey, stumbling blocks

are mountains the size of matchbox.

But if you disdain

your climbing is vain

as God puts a stone in your socks.

Torku.

 

sliced white bread

spread with stone

as seen on TV

frozen white waves

over no shores

gluten free

The big questions don't matter.

Hamburger fried with onions

is the answer to everything.

Today's timericks. Sunday, October 18, 2020.

 

I work at home, without a care/that I am in my underwear/My hair's a mess; my teeth unbrushed/and after Five I'm pretty flushed/Potato chips on my keyboard/are swept aside or just ignored/The TV plays, just to my right/I'm now allergic to sunlight/A cyber hermit for my job/I've now become the perfect slob.

Orders placed online today/in the warehouse long will stay/Deliveries will be postponed/and eventually disowned/cuz there ain't enough strong hands/to promote our Christmas plans/Once this problem is debated/have child labor reinstated/Otherwise old Santa Claus/will put your presents all on pause. 

I wish I weren't a poet;

Impractical am I.

When I should be out working,

I'm gazing at the sky.

The world needs men of action,

who flinch not at the fight.

Me, I sit and daydream

of just which word is right.

Homer was a poet,

and Milton weren't no slouch.

But my stuff is so tepid

'twould make Joe Brodsky crouch.

I shoulda been a barber,

just cutting people's hair;

I'd still have finer feelings,

but I just wouldn't care.

after you have took a spin/keep an eye on your new Schwinn/do not think of any folly/that would leave alone your Raleigh/thieves will work with lightning speed/to hijack velocipede/Bring it inside; crooks do mock/any kind of tandem lock/Makes you wonder if their strikes/will include now kiddy trikes.

The Lord of the harvest

 

The Lord of harvest so gently weaves

each of us into his sheaves;

He neglects no single straw,

and binds us with a loving awe.

Reaped are we by ardent hands,

no matter race or creed or lands.

Light Verse: Thailand.

 

Drowsy and contented, Thais/now are on the wild uprise/When I lived there long ago/they took things so calm and slow/Orchids and a bowl of rice/was to them sweet paradise/Now they demonstrate in streets/with the rage of young afreets/Royalty no longer means/much more than a hill of beans/They are tired of their bosses/who talk big to cover losses/They are not afraid of jails/and if their revolution fails/they will try again no doubt/to make their overlords get out.

Mansions.

 

Any mansion God may build

isn't for the soul self-willed.

Homeless among fleshpots, he

only can so sheltered be.