New "Pome", October 2020

I've been pondering whether to continue this blog, after catching up with old doggerels. How to maintain the silly tone in these dark, absurd times? Is it necessary levity or jarringly tone deaf? Well, I decided that when the mood strikes, I will "pome" -- it helps maintain my sanity. Plus, no one sees this blog! 

Here's one I sent someone who is one year behind me...  

Sister-In-Law Birthday Poem

Even though it's twenty-twenty

and complaints are plenty-plenty,

here come days to celebrate,

so why refrain or balk or wait?

In lieu of gifts this coming year

you'll get a pile of mail, I fear.

Yes, Medicare is quite aware

of each and ever-y grey hair.

They'll send you letters every day

till, "Stop, please STOP!" you'll start to pray.

They won't, of course, till you decide.

No, even then, you cannot hide.

Pretend each one's a birthday card (tee hee)

(don't tell me that I'm full of lard),

we have to try to make the best

until this year is put to rest!

Going forward, 2020?

This is from September 16th this year. A little pre-election humor (?) although I'm not amused at the current refusal of Republicans/McConnell to pass another much needed Covid relief bill. Seems they think further deep-sixing the economy will tarnish a Biden presidency. Oh, that gives me an idea for another doggerel. Another day.

Senate Resolution 688

Our government is hard at work.

Mitch McConnell, its most biggest jerk,

blocks every most important bill,

with iron fist and rusted will.

But then! with deft, demented whimsy,

a move oh so strange, firmly flimsy,

a brilliant idea to pass a law!

He needs release, to flex his claw.

Where there's a will there is a way --

declare 9/25 National Lobster Day!