"We Ants Know"

(January 2, 2020)

We ants know their names:

One-day, Two-day, Three-Day, Four…

Pay-Day and Lay-Day!*

*(Make of it what you will: this stems from an old gag: I am allowed to tell lies to 3 beautiful women each and every day which ends in a Wh”Y”.. But, first, I must confess to each I am gonna tell them a lie. If they believe that I gotta stop and find another beauty. Not Hard. I have known some who act unlovely – occasionally and even a few most always, but it’s an act and not a description. I was born appreciating women. Like it that way. Beautiful women who are kind and continue to talk to a fuzzy-faced curmudgeon even after being told lies amaze me. I grew up in a house fulla boys in a neighborhood fulla boys. I found out you could pay 68 bucks to the school district to take Summer School Classes between my freshman (then 9th graders were welded onto junior highs in our part of the winderness) and they hadda let you take those classes even though you did not flunk out. In those classes they kept girls captive six, seven hours a day, five days a week for most of the summer. Then I knew for a fact God loves me. The scholar reputation was both accidental and mostly undeserved. About my motives I was and remain transparent. I promise you. I already tol’e three lies today so you know I’m tellin’ you true!)

"Oh, Moan Me 'Bout Old Thrones – Same Songs"*

(January 2, 2019)

Peacock Throne glowers,

The Medes keep on ‘taking it:’

Bear and Dragon grin”*

“(President Thomas Jefferson DID NOT keep a copy of The Koran amongst his personal papers to study the religious tenants but to understand this new threat to America and where next that sword would cut. A recent congress critter swore his oath of office on that book. So what? One day – probably before I die, even – I expect a Wiccan will want to so swear True Faith and Allegiance on Their Book. I do not care. All I want is those who so swear (or affirm!) they will leave their personal and religious (or their lack) beliefs at home when they acknowledge their local, state, congressional and, yes, presidential (and concomitant), vice presidential and appointed officers their vow to uphold our nation’s constitution. And were such actually to happen, THEN would I be surprised!)

"A New Word! 'Soapera*"

(December 29, 2019)

This silly Tea Dance

at least shames The Soapera

Crowd to try more ‘tacks!’

*(“Soapera” is a combination of Soap and Opera…used mostly ’cause it fit the bill for a seven-syllable word in the middle line. I am sure the concept of shaming news soap opera crowds to try for more tactful approaches to dissemination of “their” version of News is just so much eyewash down-the-drain, but ever the optimist I – an optimist is a realist who knows no matter how hard he tries to convince himself the soup sandwich on offer today contains no fecal matter – it always comes with its own roll of Charmin = continue to self-amaze if not ‘self-delude’ over the propensity for media in today’s mass market more to resemble shit sandwiches than those made of mere soup.)

"Entropic Ankles"

(December 29, 2019)

entropic** ankles

no more amuse but annoy

was sprains but now stains!*

*(I thought I’d have ’til The Heat Death of This Universe -but, alas, The Clums have befallen my poorly patchd “wheels.” Used to be I could sprain either ankle on a flat surface and just truck-on. Now I have begun to notice a disquieting trent: I keep bouncing – and tripping – into and off of damn near everything…scrapes and too-much-itched patches requiring tending as naught before. Is this vaunted old age or just age-old and I’d not noticed?)

**(The Law(s) of Thermodynamics will get us all In The End – or at least The Ankles!”