Today's timericks

 

My fridge is full of leftovers/I don't know what to do/Some are green and some are red/and some are sickly blue/I forget to label them/or scribble on a date/and I'm afraid if I partake/I'll meet an awful fate/I wish I had a pig or goat/to feed these odd and ends/but since I don't I'll give 'em to/my many hungry friends.

The evil that men do lives on/unless a Don Quixote/is put into position/and can lawmaker's proud vote sway/Here's hoping Biden finds a way/to undo Trump's misconduct/without a Congress bent awry/that only wants to obstruct. 

Known as robotic process automation, or bots, the software is typically designed to handle a range of routine office tasks, such as processing payroll data or expense reports, and fielding call-center queries. More advanced bots can review more complex paperwork, including legal documents and contracts.  (WSJ)

When I go to a big box store/there ain't no people anymore/It's automated and there's lots/of things that they are calling 'bots'/to take my order, answer questions/and ignore my fine suggestions/Algorithms have succeeded/in making me feel so unneeded.  

The work of vastation across our fair nation/continues amain, so I see/In Frisco the school board acts just like a fool board/and uses their judgement beastly/We might as well number all statues, schools, lumber/and anything else with a name/so Dame Controversy will show us some mercy/so we can be dumb and carefree.

Keep your iPhone from your pacemaker/the medicoes all say/otherwise you'll get a shock/that takes your breath away/Those crazy wavelengths clashing/as you take a call or two/will make your implant stutter/and your face turn brightly blue/You seniors with heart problems/there no need to flip your lid/just throw away your iPhone/and go off the frickin' grid. 

And it shall come to pass in that day that the Lord shall give thee rest, from thy sorrow, and from thy fear . . .

 

Give me rest, O Lord -- the kind

that only thou canst loose or bind.

Not the luxury and ease

that worldly folk are wild to seize;

but the peace thy Gospel breeds

while doing good and kindly deeds.

Today's timericks.

 

In the small Dutch town of Urk/taking advantage of murk/rioters struck/and ran amok/defying both country and kirk. 

In Italy the leadership/lasts no longer than a thrip/Administrations come and go/quicker than a burlesque show/When in Rome lookout for clerks/going out like fireworks.

When shopping at a brick & mortar/I don't buy more than I orter/Cuz it's hard to lug around/Hernias come pound for pound/But when online I do shop/I do not know how to stop/Now I have a gunny sack/filled with bottles of arak!

My winter furbelow

 

The thickening Minnesota snow

felt like icing on white cakes

when I lay down as a child in it.

Now that I've supposedly matured

I still find myself quite lured

to make angels in the flakes

for a winter furbelow.

We rejoice in Christ

 

When we have a healthy view,

it's happiness we will pursue.

Make, therefore, a conscious choice

that in the Christ you will rejoice.

Only he has love and weight

enough to promise our glad fate.

Today's timericks.

 

How many strains of Covid are there/that's what I wanna know/Seems we need a new vaccine/now each month in a row/There's one in London, Cape Town too/Perhaps the next's from Kalamazoo/Moscow, Beijing -- musical chairs!/It catches us all unawares. 

No Budweiser this Super Bowl?/When they've played a splendid role/in America's big day/keeping sobriety at bay?/You might as well play baseball, kid/without the players chewing quid.

Melting faster than predicted/ice sheets may have us evicted/from our seaside frolics soon/Surf is up in Saskatoon!/Walruses get awful gawky/when they surface near Milwaukee/Say goodbye to trailer park/and build yourself a Noah's Ark!

Thy ways are just.

 

I'm through with second guessing

the intentions of the Lord.

My notions of his dealings

are the rattling of a gourd.

God's providence may not be clear,

so I must learn to trust

in his loving kindness

and to say "Thy ways are just!"

Today's timericks.

 

A hard boiled egg first thing each day/is joy to slob or prim gourmet/It's versatile and goes down well/with caviar or muscatel/That is why I do feel undone/Since I never learned to peel one!

The stock market does upward glide/like a roller coaster ride/Breaking records, minting gold/for a few who bought and sold/Today the bull may wear a crown/but what goes up must sure come down . . . 

Racist far-right movements/momentum now achieve/as their online poison/they do gladly weave/With heads and hearts so hollow/that they will fill with trash/some follow these deceivers/and like to hear stuff crash/So ignorance and hatred/the spotlight have embraced/Their goal has never varied/They want to lay things waste.

And his word shall hiss forth from generation to generation

 

The word of the Lord is abundant;

a sissing insistent and sweet.

Our job is to sow it

so nations will know it;

dumbfounding the proud and elite.

It's cogent and never redundant. 

Sandals in the Snow.

 

I'm wearing sandals in the snow;

me, an elderly patriarch.

If my old mother saw me now

there's no doubt she'd drop a scow.

Her grown up son, out on a lark!

With frozen toes and giddy brow.