Today’s the U.S. Open Final
Taking place in Queens,
With Alcaraz and Sinner
Front and center on our screens.
We’ve been told the prez will be on hand
And, while the anthem plays,
All the cameras will be focused
On the bluster he displays.
Yet to show how things have changed,
A memo managed to get sent
To the broadcast booths of every station
Brooking no dissent –
No booing of the U.S. king
Should make it on the air.
If such disruptions do get shown,
Well, broadcasters, beware!
This censorship just reinforces
How low we have sunk.
Our former democratic values
Certainly have shrunk.
Oh Boo Hoo
I'm Fairly Healthy
And Alive And
Retired (For Awhile Now.)
I Really Miss Hating
Mondays
So Much.
(But I Still Know What It's Like.)
-Gray Squirrel
05-19-2025
.
so sweet
eve
cantillating
softly she yodels
even softer
the salty wet
sliding netherward mine
cheek
i whistle
eve singz
close
ourn throats
mine roarz
hern purrz
*Sunday's testimony ;)
Said the Haiku
To the Senryu
Whooo are you
The Senryu's reply
I am but a Haiku
that has learned to laugh and cry
Our foxy former president
who rallied the rioters and
then safely went,
is hoping that we all forget,
the January 6th Capitol attack
and the good judgement that he lacked,
and how he didn't have poor Mike Pense's back.
Trump was the president, our supreme boss but
still takes no responsibility for those lives now lost.
He's gearing up for 2024, with his big pac monies
and hopes to score, holding rallies and stirring up his core,
with his same divisive message again once more..
There once was a dude named Vance
Who walked around town with no pants
Caught a chill down below
Stood erect and then froze
Old Vance needed a Hoo Haa transplant
Boo Hoo Lincoln
Miracle Man
7-4-2022
Today Lincoln Riley might be missing O.U.,
for the ship he jumped to is going big time too.
His wish was to be a big fish in a small tank,
but in the big 10 he’ll walk the gang plank.
He showed his true character in the way he left,
taking players and coaches was next to theft.
But everything has a payday or so they say,
I wonder if Southern Cal he will also betray?
There once was a dude named Vance
Who walked around town with no pants
Caught a chill down below
Stood erect, and then froze
Old Vance needed a Hoo Haa transplant
There once was dude named Vance
Who walked around town with no pants
Caught a chill down below
Stood erect, and then froze
Old Vance needed a Hoo Haa transplant
The Giant's
Of the wonder class
With outstretched looking ears
And pierced whistleblowers lips
Never had a mother
To sew their name into
Their favorite clothes
Or a home with a wardrobe to hang them in
They were instead chosen to become
The dead poet's and tortured artist's
We recite today
By speaker's corner
At wakes and funerals
On cold and grey rainy days
Outside derelict building's
Who's roofs were lost to german bombs
We as children dared each other not to go into
For fear of stirring up a hornets nest
Of represed abandonment feelings
Lest best we be remembered forgotten
Mummy ghost was trying to teach
Her baby to say boo
This frightened baby
As it did not know who
He was to say boo to
As there was nobody in sight
Saying boo was silly
And gave the Little Ghost a fright
Wha Hoo!
My grandmother was a quiet woman.
She was not the kind, to go out often.
A church picnic, and or a family gathering,
All were just fine.
Yet, her calm demure could be disturbed.
Not easily mind you.
It took just the right … event.
A board game.
2 x 2 marbles and dice,
played with friends,
“Is twice as nice.”
She would comb back her lovely hair.
Pin it close in a bun.
Tight!...
as to not get in the way.
Her best blouse, the one with the pockets…
The one I sewed them on. (by hand when I was seven)
Plenty of room for her cigarettes and matches.
Gather together with Papa and two more,
everyone was ready to start the score.
They would play not a little,
but clear into the night.
It was a good time,
Even…when there was a fight.
Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
My doctor has given me a thumbs up
I'm good to go for another year
Let's see, how should I celebrate?
Perhaps I'll try going a day without my walker
Just kidding! I don't use a walker
Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
Maybe I'll try dressing myself today
Last time I tried that, I wore checks with stripes
A major “faux pas” in the fashion world
I was laughed out of the local coffee shop
Perhaps coz I was wearing shorts, a bowtie
And NOTHING else!!!
Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
My adult diapers are starting to give me a rash
Methinks it's those damn No-Name brands
People kept asking, “Why are you walking that way?”
Told them it's an old war injury!
Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
Gonna close now, wife Cathie made me some porridge
Told me it's good for my toidy habits
She usually knows what's best for me so I listen
The doc just gave me a thumbs up
So I'll keep doing what Cathie says!
I met a girl in Cibecue
Who did not quite know what to do
Then down by the river
She turned Indian-giver
And I ended up with the flu
Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
My doctor has given me a thumbs up
I'm good to go for another year
Let's see, how should I celebrate?
Perhaps I'll try going a day without my walker
Just kidding! I don't use a walker
Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
Maybe I'll try dressing myself today
Last time I tried that, I wore checks with stripes
A major “faut pas” in the fashion world
I was laughed out of the local coffee shop
Perhaps coz I was wearing shorts, a bowtie
And NOTHING else!!!
Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
My adult diapers are starting to give me a rash
Methinks it's those damn No-Name brands
People kept asking, “Why are you walking that way?”
Told them it's an old war injury!
Hoo-ya, hoo-ya, ziss boom bah!
Gonna close now. Wife Cathie made me some porridge
Told me it's good for my toidy habits
She usually knows what's best for me so I listen
The doc just gave me a thumbs up
So I'll keep doing what Cathie says!
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