Wednesday, April 30, 2008

video games

Have you noticed Elmer Fudd

Never sheds a drop of blood

When Bugs Bunny smacks a mallet on his head?

But the videos today

That the gamers have to play

Leave a trail of gore that carnivores would dread.

And the language that they use

Plus the sexual abuse

Sure could make the devil blush a deeper red.

The youth of this great nation

Are addicted to PlayStation

With devices that leave everybody dead.

If the parents only knew

What their children had on view

They might hide themselves beneath their own sweet bed.

I cannot deny my shock.

Still . . . if I owned Xbox stock,

Then I might recover rolling in deep bread.



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Tuesday, April 29, 2008

shutterbugs

When the family gathers

For a visit and a chat

There is food to nibble on

And games with ball and bat.

Uncles, aunts and cousins

Gossip of those who aren't there.

So far all is pleasant,

But I really must beware;

For someone soon produces

Photos taken by the stack

Of their trip to Oregon

Or downtown Hackensack.

Then the photo albums

Fall as thick as autumn leaves.

If I see Wall Drug again

I think I'll get the heaves!

Digital technology

Turns every lousy mug

Into an avid, arid and

Annoying shutterbug.

A pox upon your photos –

Please oh please, apply the brake!

And by the way . . . here's some

I took while fishing at the lake.



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Monday, April 28, 2008

double dipping

Never mind the classroom

Or professors pedigreed.

Colleges want teachers

With a money-making creed.

Fine Arts do not bring in

Millions for a brand-new lab.

Deans are looking for the pros

Who can pick up the tab.

Research grants are bankable,

But scholarship is not.

Shakespeare is immortal

But can't ante up a pot.

Students heed this warning

And please take my earnest tip:

Get the right degree and then

You too can double dip!



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Saturday, April 26, 2008

dear deer

I may not be a Tennyson

But I can sure praise venison.

Roasted with a dash of spice

It beats steak at any price.

But because of hunter's lead

Now I eat deer with some dread.

Will pervasive buckshot scatter

Make me madder than a hatter?

Since to caution my thought leans,

Guess I'm stuck with pork and beans.



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Friday, April 25, 2008

what price hollywood?

Movies used to be a way

To kill an afternoon.

Now they're more expensive

Than a rocket to the moon.

Popcorn by the bucket

And a coke will set you back

As much as if you'd blown

A wad at Canterbury track.

Parking is no problem if

You do not mind a jaunt

That seems to last forever

And would Davey Crockett daunt.

In the time it takes for

All those trailers to abort

You could watch a Looney Tune

And great Three Stooges short.

Hollywood may still be home

To fairy tale and fable.

Me, I'm gonna stay inside

And see what's on the cable.



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Thursday, April 24, 2008

interesting rates

What good are one-time Bush rebates

When we are stuck with interest rates

So low that every bank CD

Is practically interest-free?

You might as well just dig a pit

And let your money idly sit

As put it in the bank to rot

While treated like a piece of snot.

The Feds do give and take at will;

Unlike the Lord, they promise nil.



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Wednesday, April 23, 2008

in the army thugs get hugs

Never fear if you're a crook;

The army won't go by the book.

Your enlistment they will favor

With a wink and quiet waiver.

Sex crimes are no bar to serve;

Don't ask, don't tell, if you're a perv.

Hit and run is just a prank;

In Iraq you'll drive a tank.

Don't risk going to the slammer;

Get with Uncle Sammy's glamour!

So what if you are just a brute?

Soon you'll make the cops salute!



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Tuesday, April 22, 2008

test tube meat

Looking for a chance to earn

A fortune pretty neat?

PETA's got a million bucks

If you make test tube meat.

We could banish all the muck

And fragrant barnyard smells,

Replaced by something magical

Cooked up by H.G. Wells.

Hamburgers 'in vitro'

Has a juicy, pleasing ring.

Or how about a little pill

That tastes like chicken wing?

When you get the formula,

I tell you what you do . . .

Stick it up your backpack

And commence to barbeque!

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Monday, April 21, 2008

small towns

Clinging to guns and religion,

The small-towner shoots off a prayer

That Mr. Barack Obama

Has no more visions to share.

Small-towners don't like attention

When it is focused so bright,

Mostly because such opinions

Often turn out to be right.

Let all those little towns slumber

In their own smug apathy.

After elections are over

Their dogs couldn't interest a flea.



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Saturday, April 19, 2008

groundswell

GROUNDSWELL

 

The Pope can fill a stadium.

The Dalai Lama, too.

But Hillary, McCain, Barack

Could not fill up one pew

If they were to turn tap water

Into Mountain Dew.

And that's because they do not ask

Our better selves renew.

Self-interest wins elections, but

Won't open heaven's view.

So vote for Thomas Monson –

That's what Joseph Smith would do!



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Friday, April 18, 2008

dear old dad

DEAR OLD DAD

 

My children never write to me;

I don't think they know how.

They never use the telephone;

Perhaps they took a vow!

If only they would contact me

I'd have so much to say –

Like "Have you gotten married yet?"

And "When is your birthday?"

And sound advice – I'm full of it! –

My wisdom is benign;

I'd tell them life's a big balloon

And they're a porcupine.

I'd ask them for a little loan

And if their clothes are clean;

I'd tell them they're too fat by far

And which foods are most lean.

But do you think that they can spare

A sec for dear old dad?

I gave them everything in life –

Now silence is their fad!



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Thursday, April 17, 2008

more research

MORE RESEARCH!

 

Our country's rife with BPA

So what do our health experts say:

More research!

Our baby bottles and CD's

Are full of it, but they say Please:

More research!

BPA is in our urine

But the eggheads keep on purrin':

More research!

Rats exposed to it get cancer,

To which scientists do answer:

More research!

It could be banned, we do point out

But that just makes them louder shout:

More research!

So when my epitaph you write

Just two words will explain my plight:

More research!



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Wednesday, April 16, 2008

california dreaming

CALIFORNIA DREAMING

 

Down on Hollywood and Vine

Folks are feeling mighty fine

When geologists predict a giant quake,

For they know the magnitude

Will be copacetic, dude,

Making Sacramento nothing but a lake.

Yes, in 30 years or less

All they'll need for daily dress

Is a snorkel and some cheap bikini wax,

For the ocean will take over

All of California's clover,

And instead of smog the air is thick with quacks.

If you dwell in Anaheim

You won't worry about crime,

For the criminals have never learned to swim,

And so all of their state troopers

Will go fishing for nice groupers

And Death Valley will seem nothing but a whim.

Adios to California,

Where the seaweed will adornya

And you'll pucker soon instead of getting tanned.

When your mountains start a-crumblin'

We do hope there'll be no grumblin'

If we come to tow away just Disneyland!



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Tuesday, April 15, 2008

with apologies to Eugene Fields

Billary and 'Bama had a terrible big spat

And if you didn't know better you'd think they're dog and cat.

(I heard it from a little bird whose singing is quite flat.)

Circling each other, throwing sound bytes with a hiss,

Their Democratic mamas beg them please make up and kiss.

(While John McCain sits back so that there's none of it he'll miss.)

Snarling innuendos that would make a lawyer blush,

Billary and 'Bama paw the ground until it's mush.

(And the strangest part is that with millions they are flush.)

Finally they grapple while the dust obscures the view.

When it clears both candidates are gone without a clue.

(Don't you wish this fairy tale would turn out to be true?)



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Monday, April 14, 2008

food storage

Wouldn't it be better

If we took an Irish setter

That is wolfing down more food than Third World towns

And grill it oh-so-lightly

With some spices good and sprightly

And then top it off with pickled basset hounds?

Or a cat that's all aquiver

For its tuna and its liver

Would taste good with ginger sauce and watercress.

The reason I'm suggesting

All this serious digesting

Is utilitarian, I do confess.

With the price of food inclining

Towards extinction of most dining

It is prudent to lay in a stock of meat.

Otherwise we may find neighbors

Who will peel us with their sabers

And then snack on us right down to our bare feet!



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Saturday, April 12, 2008

YouTube

If you want to play Master Race

Just plug into thugs at MySpace,

Or if you're a boob

Then march to YouTube

And watch people punched in the face.



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Friday, April 11, 2008

the waiting room

Sitting in the waiting room

I've time enough to ponder

If the doctor is a myth

Or simply likes to wander.

'Midst the ruin of magazines

and nurses chewing cud,

I think that I have been here

Since old Noah's early flood.



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Thursday, April 10, 2008

spuds

What good is the snow

To a city-bred guy?

Or loons on a lake

With their Daffy Duck cry?

 

Anything pristine

Or smacking of beauty

Makes me suspicious

That Nature is snooty;

 

Haughtily showing

Me things of such glory

That my description

Would be very sorry.

 

Snow is for plowing

And loons are too noisy.

Give me a spud fit

For roasting from Boise.



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line item veto

The line item veto is swell

For giving politicos . . . well,

I'll put it this way:

At last comes the day

Each cat has its own clanging bell.



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Wednesday, April 9, 2008

the senate and the general

 

THE SENATE AND THE GENERAL

(A NONSENSE POEM)

 

The senate and the general sat down to talk one day.

The senate asked the general how long we had to stay

In Iraq, where bombs and guns and mullahs ruled the roost.

The general replied at length just what he had deduced:

"The situation calls for balance and a great degree

of gravy boats and woolen coats and silver filigree.

When the time is ripe we'll know the signs, you can be sure –

The hollyhocks will hover and the Beatles go on tour.

Diplomats will walk upon the ice cream shores in shoes

Made from velcroed spinach, tooting on their red kazoos.

Little lambs and lions will lay down to play Go Fish.

Swords will whip up platters of light sweet potato knish.

Hollywood will make a movie all about the truth

That Martians run our baseball games, beginning with Babe Ruth.

Then and only then will be the time for our withdrawal,

When anvils fly and pizza pie grows legs on which to crawl."

The senate heard the frank reply of general Petraeus;

Like a ruffled petticoat they yelled: "You won't obey us!"

"Cart this fellow off into a vat of cold beef stew

until he learns the difference 'tween the pool stick and the cue.

Then and only then can we get out of this darn pickle –

And if that doesn't change his mind then maybe a hard brick'll!"

The general was plunged into a broth of tepid beef –

The only thing that saved him was a buoyant green bay leaf.

Deciding that retreat was better than this gelid bath,

Petraeus told his guards he had been doing some quick math:

"If we take out all our troops before this coming noon

we can say the war is done and picnic all of June.

Tell the senate I'll be glad to lead the troops home quick;

Then they can send this soup I'm in to all the poor and sick!"

And so our land enjoyed a plush, homogenous parade,

While Iraqis in their coffins by thousands rudely stayed.

Let this be a lesson to all those who have good hope –

Every cloud has silver fleas and every judge a rope.



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texas tale

When you live in Texas you had better not belong

To a party, sect or church that Texas thinks is wrong.

Polygamy, especially, is not their cup of tea;

Anyone involved is charged & booked on felony.

Texas knows what's best for all those mothers and their kids.

Even though the persecution makes 'em flip their lids.

Drag 'em to a Baptist church to spend a couple nights;

Everyone knows Baptists are Dame Mercy's leading lights.

Separating families and then putting them in jail

Is just another chapter in the shameful Texas tale.

But at least when Texas ends the making of these ruins,

The children will be free to watch unlimited cartoons



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Tuesday, April 8, 2008

the backyard pet

For China the bearing of torches

Leads to publicity scorches.

They can't treat Tibet

Like some backyard pet

And hope to get off looking gorgeous.



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Monday, April 7, 2008

Charleton Heston

Farewell, Charleton Heston,

You're sure to raise a laugh

When you meet with Moses

To ask his autograph.



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Saturday, April 5, 2008

flight of fancy

The FAA has closed its eyes

When you fly the friendly skies.

Parts of wings fall off mid-air

While they boost your round-trip fare.

No wonder all the pilots drink,

Since every flight is on the brink!



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Friday, April 4, 2008

charity case

CHARITY CASE

 

Charity begins at home

Or maybe it's the bank.

When I see director's pay

I think it's awful rank.

When I give a couple bucks

To help my fellow man,

It's not to treat the staffers

To a pedicure and tan.

So I will not subsidize

That disgraceful mob there –

Not unless they step right up

And give me a top job there.



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Wednesday, April 2, 2008

oil tycoon

If I were an oil tycoon I'd wear a full black cape.

I'd leer at every virgin and feed kittens on scotch tape.

Hot sauce I would put into all baby food supplies,

Bite the ears off teddy bears and bad breath subsidize.

My employees all would have their lunch breaks cut in half

And their Christmas bonus would be some cheap stuffed giraffe.

Pulling wings off house flies just wouldn't be my style –

Instead I'd buy up PBS and rerun Gomer Pyle.

Yes, when I'm an oil tycoon all mankind I will spurn.

But Wall Street still will love me for the profits that I earn.



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radio talk show hosts

Used to be on radio you'd turn the little switch,

Then hear a song, a joke or get the latest baseball pitch.

But nowadays you cannot turn that little plastic dial

Without some loudmouth jerk parading ignorance and bile.

They come in every shade and hue of predatory pundit –

Wouldn't life be grand if everybody simply shunned it?

But no, we have to listen to our favorite commentator,

Even though they have the mind-set of an alligator.

Their facts are just as accurate as some cheap Timex watch;

If you disagree with them they kick you in the crotch;

Volume is the only logic they can comprehend;

Their 'common touch' is made up of baloney and pretend.

Idols false and frivolous we've made with our own ears –

Giving these fat charlatans such lucrative careers.

If we sewed their mouths shut then perhaps they'd all explode,

But then again they'd probably keep dumping out a load.

Talk is cheap but these folk debase language even more –

They turn it into something not fit for a bathroom floor.



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Tuesday, April 1, 2008

a mother's tale

A MOTHER'S TALE

 

Hush-a-bye my buggy babes and let your mamma tell

How the silent co2 cast its deadly spell.

Burning coal and oil and gas, men did not understand

That there was a price to pay for burning up the land.

When the polar caps declined they said in self-defence

'twas only a brief incident, a mere coincidence.

They left carbon footprints like a buffalo stampede;

Monuments to folly fueled by blind and grasping greed.

Dragging feet like little kids who make a whining noise,

Mankind would not give up any diesel-hungry toys.

When it grew too late to mend their foolish, stubborn ways

They installed fluorescent bulbs to light the poison haze.

Now they're gone and never more their blundering encroaches.

The world belongs to us, my pets; the invincible cockroaches!



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