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.

For the earth shall be full of the knowledge of the Lord

 

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!

Walking Away Alone

 

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.

Today's timericks.

 

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.

And be set up as a free people

 

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 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!