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!
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.
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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.
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.
The knowledge of the Lord
is ours by right and long decree.
All the earth shall once again
know God's validity.
Fight against it, if you will,
ye faithless and remote --
but don't forget that David
huge Goliath truly smote!
When you walk away alone,
the pageantry behind,
opportunities ignored --
feeling lost without your horde;
suddenly too nonaligned --
you must reap what you have sown.
My life is full of leftovers/from banquets and snafus/I've eaten so much crow that I/with pin feathers do ooze/And if I had it all again/to do I think I'd hire/John Cheever to write all it down/as a grand satire.
Jane Yellen ain't afraid of debt/She'll run up such a tab/to keep this country going/it would force a sphinx to gab/Deficits are nothing new/for those who hold the reins/Let's hope they'll be less deficit/of courage and of brains!
Hail to chicken sandwich meals/Hamburgers take to their heels/Fast food joints have now embraced/chicken patties, fingers, paste/No use this trend to be bucking/Soon we all will start in clucking.
Freedom has no truck with creed
and the hatred it can breed.
Honest faith in God prepared
liberty to be declared
to this people in the past --
will we repent to make it last?
What if they'd finished the tower?
What if God didn't say "Boo?"
Then all the rabble in that spot in Babel
could rise to the deep cobalt blue.
The heavens would be a way station,
as mankind ascended amain;
we'd pinwheel past Saturn in such a grand pattern
the angels would turn quite profane!
I'm drinking soda water
like I have never done.
The calories nonexistent
make belching lots of fun.
I serve it solamente
to all my kin and guests;
it makes them very sober
and keeps away the pests.
A hundred pardons in a day
looks to be Trump's going away
bonus to posterity
to laud his own vulgarity.
I dilly and I dally
when I'm working off-site, since
it takes a lot of effort
to create a decent blintz.
It's not that I don't love my job
or hate my Mactintosh,
but since the kitchen is nearby
I like a little nosh.
My health may be indiff'rent
and my fortune's on the wane.
The rainy day has come at last
and sometimes there is pain.
Visitors are few and far between --
but what care I?
My sense of humor is intact --
I still can throw a pie!
