“DeSantis Names Doctor Opposed To Mask And Vaccine Mandates As Florida’s Surgeon General” —The Guardian
The sheep all follow what the other doctors say is true, But not Ledapo—he thinks for himself!
Lose weight, eat veggies, exercise—that’s all you need to do, And leave that “medicine” up on the shelf.
He went to Harvard, sure, but with an independent mind— The course he charts is truly his alone.
Deep down he’s really one of us, and I believe you’ll find He’s not some liberal “educated” clone.
I’ll grant right now the Sunshine State has lost a lot of souls, With days of dark uncertainty ahead—
When our new surgeon general takes over the controls, Who knows how many more might wind up dead?
But still we must remember, friends, what really matters here— It’s freedom that we can’t let slip away!
And if it means you have to lose somebody you hold dear Well, that’s a price we’re quite prepared to pay.
“Some Argentines turn to unusual pandemic pets for comfort…
Luciana Benetti found her plans for a big traditional 15th birthday party scrapped.
In its place, her parents gave her a pig.” —ABC News
Snuggledy-piggledy,
some Argentinians
coping with Covid are
crossing a line.
Skeptical critics might
unsympathetically
claim they are casting their
girls before swine.
“Biden and Macron plan to meet as the U.S. and France try to smooth things over
in their submarine saga” —CNBC
I’d say a mustard from Dijon
Spooned out by President Macron
And mayo (lemon juice to lighten)
Spread liberally by our Joe Biden
Would surely foster haute cuisine,
A palatable submarine.
“Dutch are world’s tallest people— but they’re shrinking, study shows.” —The Guardian
If the burghers are starting to shrink
In their low-lying land prone to sink, Will this decrease in size Plus a sea level rise
Mean they end up knee-deep in the drink?
“Mystery Woman Wrapped in a Sheet on Remote Island Called for Help in Perfect English” —The Daily Beast
“Croatian police on Wednesday named the woman as Daniela or Dana Adamcova, 57” —The Guardian
Until we know, she’s anyone:
An English priestess of the sun;
A votarist of quarantine;
A truant from a submarine;
A sacrifice, discreetly done;
A damsel, passive as a bun;
A siren that a man should shun;
A sheeted nymph of seventeen,
Until we know.
She’s on the rise, she’s on the run,
Part-lorelei, part-real, part-un-,
Part-something not at all foreseen;
She’s Everygirl, our rock-bound queen:
A lady with no limits—none!
Until we know.
“A massive volcanic eruption over the weekend on La Palma that has forced the evacuation of
thousands of people hasn’t dissuaded Spain’s tourism minister from promoting travel to the island.” —NPR
Reyes Maroto
Said, “Come take a volcano photo.
Yes, I feel for each evacuee
But this lava is something to see!”
I’m dreaming of a White Saviour,
Just like the ones I used to know:
Centre-leftwards-leaning,
And so well-meaning,
However uninformed and slow;
I’m dreaming of a White Saviour,
With kindly tongue and open purse;
Though their streets stayed quite undiverse,
Let’s remember, most of us were worse.
“Old Irish goats return to County Dublin to protect hills from wildfires” —The Guardian
Three cheers for the goats all are praising
Who are great at preventative grazing. An omnivorous flock Chewing gorse, nettle, dock,
They save overgrown hillsides from blazing.
