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Humor

  • On Turning 67

    They say that age is just a number; If that’s the case then once again I’m in my prime! So many numbers over time – During my youth the 33s, Fab Four, Take Five, and Three Dog Night In my… Continue reading

    On Turning 67

  • Do Spanish Pool Pros Put English on their Shots?

    Do Spanish pool pros put English on their shots? What did they serve at the Diet of Worms? Do spin doctors treat vertigo? These are things I’d like to know. * Was Noel Coward afraid to croon Christmas songs? Did… Continue reading

    Do Spanish Pool Pros Put English on their Shots?

  • I Found My Muse on I-95

    Boneheaded Maneuver Weaving across three lanes – Be my guest, Merge without a glance While cutting me off – Brakes optional on the M5? Why are you on my tail? – [Disclaimer: As those in the DC area might notice,… Continue reading

    I Found My Muse on I-95

  • Canine Couplets

    My mental tractor beam is on the fritz, The carrots fixed although my brain transmits. I excavate the chipmunks’ home – what wrath! My parents nearly drown me in the bath. I’m agent Max, illustrious canine spy; I lurk here… Continue reading

  • I Want To Grow Old

    I want to grow old, not just get old. I want my family to be thicker than my toenails, My ignorance to be thinner than my hair. I want my resolve to be stiffer than my joints, My nerves to… Continue reading

    I Want To Grow Old

  • The Tourist’s Tale

    [I wrote this poem in 2019 after a day touring Leeds Castle and Canterbury. It’s VERY loosely modeled on Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales] A gleaming ship at Dover docked ‘neath cliff Of white round sev’n o’clock, anon the throng’d Pilgrims burst… Continue reading

    The Tourist’s Tale

  • Max’s Branch Office

    Nimble on timber, limber and focused, Max lurks alert in his branch office. With gimlet gaze he skewers the squirrels Who carry on chattering high in the crown, Imperious and blithe and – alas – still alive, Despite Max’s dreams… Continue reading

    Max’s Branch Office

  • A Mixed-Up World

    In Libya’s capital of Tripoli, It’s difficult to locate a Bialy. *** Albania’s writers have formed a cabal That finds all works of AI banal. *** In Colombia, people love poetry so, That some poets may go iamb loco –… Continue reading

    A Mixed-Up World

  • Whence My Line?

    I It’s little known that Robert Frost Worked in a golf club’s Found and Lost Where one day he said to the pro Whose woods these are I think I know. II Emily Dickinson tore out her hair – Insomnia… Continue reading

    Whence My Line?

  • Aesthetic Synaesthesia

    I like singers who write large stories about small worlds – Mitchell and Dylan and Isbell And Cohen and Wonder and Darnielle And Swift and Prine and Raitt And Browne and Simon and Waits And so many others whose songs… Continue reading

    Aesthetic Synaesthesia