After repeat defeats were strewn
The timing was most opportune
Started on an afternoon in June
Bazball did enthrall was a boon
Love new plans fans did croon
Bliss soaring sixes above festoon
Adoring this scoring monsoon
At the gall all pundits did swoon
Can’t impugn change of fortune
Batting assault & new era hewn
For 2 years were over the moon
Luxuriating in the Bazball lagoon
Magical mystical & mythical rune
Could stop Tests from dying soon
Harbinger of gunslinger’s saloon
Save cricket from its silver spoon
From results the cult couldn’t cocoon
Faults and default style won’t prune
Want to party like they’re in Cancun
Down under plunder burst the balloon
Stokes went from typhoon to buffoon
As the ECB and Key he did lampoon
Then Ben again did his team maroon
So it ends like any loony tune cartoon
As high noon for that wee Kiwi racoon
English Test tycoon to white ball goon
"That’s all folks” Baz’s bull finally spewn
Times Up Folks! Its 3:15!
What's half the span
from 40 to 15,
added to 3 O'clock time?
Its 3:13, 3:13!
OK, but what's half the span
From 40 to 2,
when IC is back from the Gong?
Its 3:19, 3:19!
So, what's the mean
of 3:13 and 3:19,
in clock time?
Ah Ha! That's a Question
It's 3:15 - It's 3:15!
I asked sailor Mike
Why he's so Mean
when you take his wind away!
He thinks and says:
'Cause we're sailing, sailing,
past my suppertime
past my suppertime
I want to head back in!
Time's up, I'm going in.
OK, but what's the mean time
For all our P races this season?
You guessed it, folks!
It's 3:15 - It's 3:15!
I asked Jake the Peg
"Do we need and extra leg"
diddle-iddle-iddle-um
diddle-dee-diddle-dee-dum
Nah! he said:
Two Tri's and two Snags
with a work back home,
is just fine and dandy!
You can't beat perfection
by over doing it.
Times Up! It's 3:15
It's 3:15 - It's 3:15!
The world is built on bent-back spines,
Of those we draw outside our lines.
We treat them as a hollow space,
A blur of limb, a void of face.
But should they tire and step away,
The glided roof would turn to clay.
How strange to build a house so tall,
On folks we claim aren't there at all.
Missiles and bullets and bombs
rain down from the sky
We absorb the jaded reports
how many injured, how many die
Life stumbles on, folks muddle through
most think the animals live in the zoo
We charge our glasses with endearment—
all agreeing that this matters
to bear witness, all sharing
our loss in reflection,
a celebration
charge your glasses,
clinks all round
drink deep
ends-
up
cheers
with emptied cups
upturned and glinting skywards
I apologize not for sleeping all day
in this home where my kids put me away
if I wanted to be awake, I would be
I hate being here said sad lonely me
The day closes with grace.
Almighty sun signs off with flamboyant artistry.
A wink and goodbye kiss.
Wordku; 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
toilet seat cover of ruffly fluffy pink
she wore it on her head, my grandma Link
danced around the hallway, bragged about zinc
said, “this cover is as soft as a corn-fed mink!”
No one else in the old folk’s home gave a blink
even though she looked a tad rinky-dink
nurses said they were writing this in her chart in ink
I don’t care, she said, giving me a sassy saucy wink.
They, who have cheated their way through life,
Who have no knowledge of that which they control,
Who told you everything was so bad,
That only they could fix it all.
They...
Will tell you which medicines you should take,
Which comedians you should laugh at,
Which teachers shall inform your children,
Which persons you may love and trust,
Which generals to take you into war and who to oppose,
Who is suitable to be living amongst you,
Which ignorant fools, out of their friends, shall rule over you,
Which rules are the ones to follow & which to ignore.
You voted for them.
So, now, you must accept them
As the dictators of your lives,
As who determines everything for you,
As your lords & masters.
They will inform you of what is right & wrong,
Of the nature of the imaginary deities you talk to,
When your life becomes unbearable,
Who must suffer and who may live in opulent luxury
And every other aspect of your lives.
Unless....
Even now my memory evokes
"Th th th thats all folks"
Porky pig stuttered this to sign off
Popped out of a drum, not his trough
pepperishly lively
she brought the party
activity director
better than Vitamin B
Grumpy ones pretended not to like her
But the light in their eyes
unveiled their truth
And they were the eager ones
Watching the doorway on Tuesdays at two o’clock
Does anybody think the same as me?
All hope has vanished. Law means nothing now.
Not since George Washington first took the vow
to put the nation, independent, free,
exceptional, above the (here’s the key)
ambition of a single man, the bough
(less myriad off-shootings, I’ll allow),
in spite of all, has flourished on the tree.
Go count contrarians – the total’s none.
Hope’s dead. This day will live in infamy.
Is nothing left to pin our yearnings on?
Effective justice? No, just bend-the-knee.
Remove that Statue: there’s no Liberty.
If law means nothing, USA has gone.
Did you all hear about Elmer Fudd
That Wascally Wabbit drew first blood
Bugs swordplay was as thus
Advance, parry, and thrust
Now Elmer dwells six feet in the mud
whatcha do when your mom
has on speed dial a bunch
of famous folks, find
your favorite and text ‘em
funny faces and love
from you to d’em
finding the cookie jar open
gasp, your full name exhaled,
ultimate laughter and forgiveness
No one ever recommends beef stew
~ except the waiter serving you
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