The Rule of Malheur Twelve is simply this: It can't be ordered as a final beer, And if this aphorism you dismiss, More Malheur Twelve is destined to appear. So if one buys a bottle for the table The person who is buying the next round Consults the bottle list and isn't able To find … Continue reading August 21: Ultimate
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August 20: A Sort of Runic Rhyme
For three long nights refurbished bells have rung, To gather in the teeming congregation. Enchanting melodies the choir has sung Above the thrilling tintinnabulation. In ninteen ninety-six these bells first tolled, And then again in ninteen ninety-nine, Having been cast from a Parisian mold, They spent a dozen years in redesign. We postulants shall toil … Continue reading August 20: A Sort of Runic Rhyme
August 19: Ferguson
I wish that there was something I could say To staunch this wound that's bled for ten days now. Though I'm no doctor, treatments underway Are ones the reasonable would disallow. So as we watch in horror as the body Deteriorates with every “antidote,” We realize the remedy is shoddy And loudly question any who … Continue reading August 19: Ferguson
August 18: The Bucket List
To raise awareness for a dread disease, A challenge to pour ice upon one's head, (Though not enough to actually freeze) And post a video online, has spread.Now social media are inundated With people getting in on all the fun. By seeing others we're manipulated- What is this? Eighties Nickelodeon?Though I am tempted to just … Continue reading August 18: The Bucket List
August 17: Trollolol
Norwegian trolls are apt to live in caves Unmotivated to assist the lost, Who might escape through terribly close shaves, Though possibly at quite a heavy cost. Trolls on the internet make enemies Of those displaying joy and earnestness. They're loath to pass up opportunities To revel in intemperate address. And yet the latter troll … Continue reading August 17: Trollolol
August 16: String Theory
One hand has but five fingers, yet guitars Have six strings, and in standard tuning The intervals aren't constant, and the barres Are tough at the first fret, and when you're crooning You poor guitar must rest upon your knee, Which ruins voice support at times you play, Unless the need for strap you did … Continue reading August 16: String Theory
August 14: On My Dog, Whose Needs Are Urgent
O hound whose evening walk was rather early, Expending patience will do you no harm. Your bark can't signal urgent need now, surely- It's still ten minutes prior to my alarm. But as I lie, you come not to my side, Nor wag and frolic by me when I rise. Your sleepy stretch and kisses … Continue reading August 14: On My Dog, Whose Needs Are Urgent
August 11: Fair Robin I Love
Salacious language, sex, and Nick at Nite- Such things were unavailable, forbidden. Within those boundaries, naught felt as right As what I somehow sensed was barely hidden; Beneath those PG rating lurked a power, Both unrepentant and so full of glee, That loudly, quickly, joyfully devoured The boundaries of what I was to be. For … Continue reading August 11: Fair Robin I Love
August 10: In the Soup
The sign read “Wanton Soup,” clearly misspelled, Inviting one for dumplings served in broth. I must confess my appetite was quelled Imagining the culinary froth That would be violent soup, like cruelty, Assembled with malicious unconcern, Or lewd and lawless soup whose novelty Entices all to taste and end up burned. And yet such soup … Continue reading August 10: In the Soup
August 9: Full of Noises
Past midnight on a muggy August night, All ceiling fans turned high, windows thrown wide, The full moon bathing all in silver light, A silent dog and owner pass outside- But my dogs think that dog a mortal threat And with their barking house and home defend Five seconds later, they've cause to regret- They're … Continue reading August 9: Full of Noises
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