After a mere five months and 150 posts, it’s time to take a break from The Daily Rhyme. I’m taking on an exciting new writing project which will unfortunately leave me no time for daily updates. I may post a new verse now and then as inspiration strikes, but over the next few months The [...]
Some say that all the world’s a stage.
Some think and then conclude, “I am.”
But now a most enlightened sage
Declares, “It’s all a hologram!”
So much for wealth and fame and love!
Though driven types will take it hard,
We’re just the blurred, distorted dove
On someone’s cancelled Visa card.
So carpe diem! Eat and drink!
Be merry! Never give a damn!
We [...]
Saturday, January 17, 2009
I just received a friend request
From someone known as David West.
I really never would have guessed
I’d hear from him again.
I sort of halfway knew the guy
Way back in Lincoln Junior High.
We’re back in touch, it seems, but why?
I never liked him then!
We bought it several years ago
When irony was chic.
And now it’s got a “retro” vibe.
It’s practically antique.
It lends the place a touch of class,
Our vintage Big Mouth Billy Bass.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
If I were young
And rather dumb
And goofed on doobies,
Gin and rum,
And only cared
For looking hip,
Then maybe I’d
Ghost-ride the whip.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
I thought I’d rent “The Grapes of Wrath.”
I found it on the Net.
I’ve had it six or seven weeks,
But haven’t watched it yet.
And still I pay the weekly fee.
Netflix loves a chump like me!
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Mornin’, folks.
Howdy-do!
Big-time exit interview!
Good, strong record.
Disagree?
Avoidin’ trouble’s just not me!
Home was safe,
Attacks impeded.
Harsh interrogations needed.
Made mistakes?
Yeah, that’s fair.
Iraqi weapons just weren’t there;
“Bring ‘em on”
(A stupid quip);
And oh! The banner on that ship!
Katrina sucked
(Or did it blow?)
Our response was not that slow.
What’s Barack’s
Biggest threat?
New attacks, not massive debt.
Now I’m out,
Or soon will be.
No Hawaiian shirt for [...]
The elevator button
that purports to close the door
Inspires the mind to speculate
on what it’s really for.
Does it have a hidden function?
Is it only there for show?
Does it feed the evil dragon
in the dungeon far below?
Perhaps it signals terrorists,
the Martians or the Reds.
But I’m pretty sure it’s only there
for messing with our heads.
The pun’s a simple verbal joke
that most of us eschew.
And yet I readily admit,
This irritating form of wit
Has always seemed to be a hit
with geeks of high I.Q.
It seems they like to torture words
By making up a “play on nerds.”
Saturday, January 10, 2009
“Hooray!” said Pooh to little Roo.
“Our brand new book will soon debut!
At last we’ve got our fondest wish.
(We’ve all been feeling sequel-ish!)
With gentle humor, charming art,
With dialogue that warms the heart,
A simple yet engaging plot,
Our sales will fill our munny pot!”