Monthly Archives: June 2012

Spontaneous? Come Buskin’!

Anyplace you will have went Be sure you’ve packed an instrument In case a stray creative spark Ignites in, say, a public park Where you can quickly seize the muse And make her pay her tunely dues. Though hobo folk … Continue reading

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“Nobody Expects The Spanish Inquisition…!”

I’m constantly astonished when I’m caustically admonished in Most disrespectful phrases When I sing a person’s praises And the one I’m serenading’s Someone someone else is hating. We’re all free to have opinions; Only Torquemada’s minions Punished “heresy by thought.” … Continue reading

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Tax & Bend

At six-foot-three I’m fairly tall But I stopped playing basketball In Ronald Reagan’s second term When my right knee became infirm. The fault was mine: I took a charge But got there late, and when my large Opponent’s knee hit … Continue reading

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Siebenschläfertag

The weather from now until August 15 Is determined by that which today you’ve just seen Assuming, that is, that conditions at your house Are ruled by the whims of the Edible Dormouse

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Cultural Differences

Canadians today consulted Calendars, then took up oars.* Americans who’d been insulted Shrugged, then ate dessert indoors. It’s National Canoe Day (Journée Nationale canot) up north; Forgiveness/Chocolate Pudding Day Down here. (This portion is my fourth.) *Technically, they’re paddles; Oars … Continue reading

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Distance Day

5:50 a.m.: We’re approaching the end Of the first thousand yards of the workout a “friend” Conjured up for a Monday. Just 45 more Hundreds left (it’s a good thing I wasn’t warned, or I just might have “forgotten” to … Continue reading

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McDrummond Clocks In

Clenching a pipe in his teeth with one hand The inspector strode in with an air of command. The drawing room window stood open; a draft Moved Dame Abigail’s beard, and a serving girl laughed. “You’re probably wondering why you’ve … Continue reading

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