“Burnishing his green credentials before the Cop26 summit, it was with pride that Prince Charles revealed that he runs his Aston Martin on ‘surplus English white wine and whey from the cheese process’.” —The Guardian
Raise a glass of the bubbly and bright
To Prince Charles and his gallons of white. As a royal eco-wonk He employs surplus plonk
For exhaust fumes we sniff with delight.
“Asked if he sympathised with Greta Thunberg, the climate campaigner
who has also criticised leaders for failing to act, [Prince Charles] said:
‘Of course I do, yes.'” —BBC News
Of course I sympathize with Greta T’s Frustration—blah, blah, blah is all she hears! Can talking fix COP26? Well, Jeez! Old leaders have just talked for thirty years, Unwilling to take action, so our youth Rebel … It isn’t helpful, though, to be So keen to vandalize—I wish, in truth, Extinction R would take their cues from me: I drive a car that runs on wine and cheese, Desist from meat and fish two days a week, Off dairy stay another day, plant trees Year round, and get some hydro from my creek … Expect no comment, though, on Boris J.— Since I’d regret, when king, what I might say!
“A sheep has been on the loose… for at least five days and has evaded capture, despite multiple sightings. Bloomington residents have captured photos and videos of the sheep.” —UPI
Little Bo-Peepishly,
Bloomington residents
can’t catch a sheep, though they
catch it on cam.
How is this wily and
woolly Houdini of
Artiodactyla
still on the lamb?
“China’s noisy ‘dancing grannies’ silenced by device that disables speakers Many people are too scared to confront the groups of middle-aged and older women who take over public parks and sports grounds to exercise along to music Viral videos and reports have shown the groups arguing and fighting with basketball players to take over their court, or, in one case, breaking into a football field and stopping the game to dance in the space, prompting a police response and arrests.” —The Guardian
Beware the dancing grannies
Who rule the public parks:
Who shake their aged fannies,
And greet aggrieved remarks
With disco blasts, unfitting
Their venerable age!
Instead of mutely knitting,
Behold them, centre stage,
Gyrating and stampeding
On sacred fields and courts,
Not making tea or reading
The gardening reports.
In vain you hush their speakers
Or summon the police;
These old excitement-seekers
Rave on and will not cease,
A case which quite reverses
This long-established truth:
To be a social curse is
A task reserved to youth.
“Actor William Shatner expressed awe Wednesday after traveling to space on a Blue Origin rocket. ‘What you have given me is the most profound experience I can imagine,’ Shatner told Blue Origin
and Amazon founder Jeff Bezos following the flight. “I’m so filled with emotion about what just happened.'” —Cox Media Group
Jeff proved, whatever crown you’ve won,
You still need one more factor:
To gild your Enterprise with sun,
You comp a brilliant actor.
A Florida autumn isn’t what you want.
The trees are prudish and the nights are warm.
No ghost or poet would seek out to haunt
A palm tree forest in a thunderstorm.
A Florida autumn isn’t built to please.
It’s merely summer in November dress.
Just lift her skirt up past her knobby knees;
You’ll find hot August in a sultry mess.
A Florida autumn? A complete disgrace.
There is no cider, and there is no stew.
Retirees garden and bronze children race.
The only smoke is from a barbecue.
Parsnips rotting in a winter field,
Turkeys culled before our eyes.
Who can haul? Frankly, no one at all,
Since we ran out of fuel supplies.
Anybody know where all the pigs-in-blankets are?
Each and every one’s untucked.
Yuletide’s here, but forget festive cheer.
Britannia’s “Great” no more, it’s fucked.
Are there more truckers on their way?
Where are my pickles, panettone and pâté?
I pray they make it in the nick of time.
Thank God I signed up for Amazon Prime!
And so, I’m offering this Christmas thought.
Own up, you must have had it too.
My friends, this is it; we are deep in the shit,
Now we’ve left the EU.
“Lindsey Graham told Republicans they ‘ought to think about’ getting a coronavirus vaccine.
They booed him. … [Graham] responded to the crowd, telling them: ‘I didn’t tell you to get it.
You ought to think about it.'” —The Washington Post
“You’ve a choice!” Graham soothed his backers,
Whom his hint had driven crackers.
Here’s a choice I’d choose to lack, sirs:
Lindsey Graham or Anti-Vaxxers.
“Scammers are targeting T-Mobile customers through a new … text message [that] says that you may
have been affected by a T-Mobile service outage and that the company wants to compensate you for
the inconvenience.” —BestLife
We much regret, dear customer,
the outage (which did not occur).
Moreover, we apologize
for slanders, insults, jabs, and lies
that you’ve endured throughout your life—
we now confess: we caused that strife.
In fact, the least thing that’s gone wrong
for you was our fault all along.
To make it right, we’re offering
a gift card. It’s a little thing,
but please accept it as a token
of penance for the trust we’ve broken.
We know you’re smart. You sniff scams out.
But there’s no need for prudent doubt
in this case. Let us overload you
with righteous lust for what is owed you.
“The original bridge which inspired A.A. Milne’s Winnie the Pooh stories has sold at auction for more than £131,000. … It was where Milne and his son Christopher Robin created the game Poohsticks.” —BBC News
“We’ll all make a killing,” said Pooh
To Piglet and Eeyore and Roo. “We’ll set the price high, And then you and I
Will go on a lark when we’re through.”
“That sounds pretty ducky to me,”
Said Roo. Piglet cried, “Oh boy! Whee!” But Eeyore sat, hurt, Depressed, and inert.
“Go on. Leave me here. You’ll be free.”
“No, never!” the others all cried.
“We’ll want you right there by our side. We’ll keep it for now. We’ll get by somehow.
Let others get rich when we’ve died.”
And so the four friends made a pact.
They would leave things the same and not act. Though it now has been sold, Since their tale is still told,
The bridge is still their bridge, in fact.
The separation might have worked, but then
Our marriage rates an almost perfect 10—
Well, 9.8 to really be specific,
But OKCupid tells me that’s terrific.
The ups and downs we went through in the past,
Small things that cause a couple not to last
(Like my desire to be with other men)
Could always be a problem once again,
But hey, that score! How can we stay apart?
Though I can’t say I’ll never break his heart,
I aim to be more faithful when I’m with him
And trust the method known as algorithm.