I'm stuck in this rush hour traffic
when all i want to do is get home quick
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Sun dog, sign.
Belladonna, breaker point, fine wine.
Deign? Design.
Grimace, Guelf, and Ghibelline.
Young? Yes.
Grind gears, golden guess.
Torment?
Foment... Wilt, flower.
Master of Fate!
Fortune, ply pace. Lower the rate.
Petrichor.
Soar, heart within. Love, adore.
Forge? Pore?
Abyss, chasm, gorge.
Ravine.
Stranger, thy mean scene.
Meter? Reader.
Bottle, classic cola, fast cars.
Greeter? Leader.
Out on Mars they counted stars ..
Codex.
Manual, inform.
Quahog.
Quagmire escape, ape.
Tympani, roll.
Backward black, somewhere in time.
Dole? O'er soul?
Cumbersome cucumber, coal.
Storm, reel.
Elysians, feel. Heal.
Night? Sight...
Hurry to do, seal.
With my computer in hand, out the door I dash....
To other people's doors for cash
Picking up to drop off,
Then swiftly to the next stop
Dashing, Grubhubbing, and Ubering galore,
In a sputtering economy, lent-filled pockets I really abhor
Rapacious eyes peruse desktops, tablets, and smartphones for eye-catching menus
Man's incessant search for comfort and convenience hungrily continues
Picking up to drop off,
Then swiftly to the next stop
Dashing, dashing past drive-thrus and beyond dining rooms
Now a fresh and different energy looms
A mad dash for cash
Dough dashing...
Dashing for MO'
So, out my door
I GO
To contactless drop-offs and no eye contact, all spawned from a digital transaction
Distant, yet so close, is this human interaction
A mad dash for cash
Dough dashing...
Dashing for MO'
So, out my door
I GO
I’m a slap-dash person;
That is just the way I roll,
For when I start a project,
Ending quickly is my goal.
I rarely measure things; instead
I look and take a guess,
So underneath each picture hung,
The wall’s a hole-filled mess.
Today I fixed a cabinet
Which needed to be spruced.
I’d ordered paint and liners
For the shelves to give a boost.
I emptied all the contents,
Wiped things down and dipped the brush.
I didn’t sand, just slapped that paint
Like always, in a rush.
I waited half an hour,
‘Til the cabinet felt dry,
Then lined the shelves, replaced the food
And I’m not gonna lie…
It’s far from perfect, but it’s clean
And though it’s not quite new,
To assemble one fresh from a box
I really hate to do.
So in my slap-dash fashion
I’ve fulfilled my latest task.
If you wonder if I’m feeling proud,
You shouldn’t have to ask.
Indians have been making big splash,
And now there’s this Patel called Kash.
What, never heard of him?
He heads FBI team,
In highly-held hyphens, big dash,
One subsists or just leaves,
He in himself believes,
And tries once again all afresh.
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Happenings |05.12.2024|humour
Poet’s note: Trump appoints his long-time acolyte as chief of FBI.
I never measure or use a straight edge
Ruler? Measuring cup? I scoff at these tools.
I approximate everything that I do.
That is why I am a folk artist, not a fine artist.
I cook with total imprecision too
Guesswork is my best friend
I toss in a dollop of this and a dash of that
My husband runs when he sees my surprise casseroles.
Dine and dash with your head in the window
Stretch your long neck and bend like a willow
No one's looking, take your time
Outdoor eating's not a crime
And the lone master is an old widow
People dine, I know I know
they also die
mostly old people
I know
there seems no fixed rule
to this dance with death
I do not like this one bit
or if dining, I don't like it one bite
I am alive yet I think I am dead
there is no reason for it all
smiles only bleed
now I dine alone
there is, no where to dash
I ordered my whole gourmet restaurant staff
to serve my pals Molly and Max Giraffe
I humbly have to admit
the vegan meal was a hit
The tall order sparked a jaffy good laugh
Of course, Dine and Dash don't say no
Takeaway meals too good to go
A perfect restaurant
even to an aged aunt
Not a profitable portfolio
Dine and dash we are on the go
look at all the food below
warm soup is for me
with crackers and brie
are we eating real fast or slow
Charlie and Marley maculate giraffe
Looking immaculate with a soft laugh
Dinner at Bread and Butter
Had their stomach a flutter
Through the window they ate shocking the staff
4/6/2024
A spider dropped into my soup
oxtail it was
with a dash of Worcester
he popped right up
and made for shore
not too hairy
nor too large
for a heart-beat
I could only stare
as he bobbed about
in my bowl of soup
released from my dismay
I reached in with my spoon
scooped him out
and tipped him onto the table
as I watched him scurry away
all spidey-like
without so much
as a backward glance
I dearly wished
that I could speak spider.
he texted his order to door dash
what do we want for dip?
hazelnuts or walnuts?
acorns
the usual please, honey
he nodded
barbeque sauce with a side of nutella
A dash of DNA decides
The color of our eyes
And probably our hair and skin
And possibly our size.
Genetics, though, is just a part
Of who we grow to be,
For many other factors count,
Each one to some degree.
Our family life, our neighborhood,
Our friends, religion, schools,
All help determine how we’ll use
Our inborn molecules.
We learn from our experience;
So much of it holds sway
That overall it counts more than
That dash of DNA.
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