When nothing’s helpful, nothing helps;
when Yellen talks green, markets yelp.
Once again, CPI soars;
rates head up three quarters more.
Printing bills as they go higher,
throws more gas upon the fire.
Economic cycle fun:
nothing new under the sun.
Few things in life are truly free;
at least I have my poetry.
Categories:
yellen, how i feel,
Form: Couplet
I’m riding on Victoria
like Ferdinand Magellan;
I’ve got this strange conception
that Carnegie’s my melon.
I’m tickling the ivory;
I’m keying like a felon.
Sure, I’m a tad inflated,
but I ain’t no Janet Yellen.
I wasn’t trained classically;
not buying what they’re selling.
But I can blow the doors right off,
get lit like Mount St. Helen.
And if the crowd won’t get real loud,
no worries; I’ll be gelling.
I’ll spit some seed to pick up speed
and crank and grind and peel some rind
on my trusty watermelon.
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for the A Watermelon Fantasy Ride Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
written on 06/28/2022
Categories:
yellen, silly,
Form: Rhyme