ConeyGirl.
ConeyGirl.
Drumpf adores you,
don’ he, girl!
Take some heat,
then a seat
on our highest court.
Plan, in sum…?
Just keep mum:
you’ll be soon confirm’d.
Antonin-Clarence kin! (Bader Gin-…? No-o-o-o!)
O ConeyGirl!
ConeyGirl.
ConeyGirl.
Now you’re Mitch’s
crony, girl.
Precedents…?
Founders’ bents
trump ’em — so you’ll rule. Wade v Roe…?
One must go,
as must ACA. Lexual. Textual. (Sexual…? Who-o-oa!)
O ConeyGirl.
ConeyGirl.
ConeyGirl.
Dems feel you’re a phony, girl.
Immigrants
stand no chance.
Long gun bearers thrive.
Peopl’of Praise
damn the gays.
Where do you come down…?
COVID slays. World’s malaise. (End of Days…? Doh!!)
O ConeyGirl.
Big cats with sightings in the British Isles Remain elusive, but there’s one of note: It cannot be a tiger, since it smiles. The fur’s too blonde to make a lion’s coat. It cannot be a jaguar. It’s too slow! Snow leopard, or plain leopard? I think not! How could this cat be either? We all know Both leopards cannot change a single spot! Instead this lazy feline morphs each day, Grandiloquently toying with its prey. Cat experts who have sighted it all say A Cheshire cat’s more constant in its way! There is no species name to speak to that— So I propose: Panthera Boris Cat!
“An asteroid with a diameter the size of a refrigerator could strike the Earth
the day before the November election, according to celebrity scientist Neil deGrasse Tyson—
but it’s not large enough to do any serious damage.” —New York Post
20-18-VP1
is heading for us. O what fun!
It will wreak what harm it may
just before Election Day.
Not to worry. It’s too small
to cause us any harm at all.
And besides, who’ll even notice if we get our change of POTUS!
Crazy Dems want Charles Manson to vote!
That’s the scare that Ted Cruz tries to float. But since Charlie’s been dead For three years, maybe Ted
Is the wrong legal scholar to quote.
“Tourist returns stolen artefacts from Pompeii ‘after suffering curse’ … The Canadian woman, identified only as Nicole, sent a package containing
two mosaic tiles, parts of an amphora and a piece of ceramics to a travel agent
in Pompeii, in southern Italy, alongside a letter of confession. … ‘Please, take them back, they bring bad luck,’ she wrote.” —The Guardian
The spirits of Pompeii are very loath to be disturbed.
A wish to rob their households is a wish that should be curbed;
Recall Nicole from Canada, who yielded to the aura
Of two mosaic tiles, a shard, and parts of an amphora.
She smuggled them from Naples with her other souvenirs,
And in her chilly northern home they waited many years.
Meanwhile, Nicole, though doubtless much revering them at first,
Was slowly made to feel herself inevitably cursed.
No need to list the nasty things the pilferer endured;
They soaked her like the waters of an overflowing fjord,
Till, medically sick of the avenging bric à brac,
She bowed her head in penitence and sent the whole lot back.
In picturesque Pompeii, upon the rich volcanic loam,
Two tiles and bits of pottery embrace their proper home.
The local gods are smiling, but, to coin an apothegm:
Unless your name’s Vesuvius, don’t mess about with them.
The English three-tier system starts off-key: High’s medium, and Medium is low, Enabling Very High to be Tier Three— Variety’s the spice of Covid woe! All Tier-Three pubs are closed throughout the day. Last orders in Tier One are called at ten, Ensuring tipsy throngs form right away Outside the pub to spread Corona then. For all three tiers, you still have Rule of Six, Though it means different things in different tiers: In Two, indoors, you’re not allowed to mix Except… oh, I forget, just drink your beers! Restock home cellars weekly. Don’t run dry— Some day this vale of tiers shall too pass by!
“Virus, stimulus angst hit world stocks as safe U.S. dollar shines” —Reuters
Angst has struck the lords of stock;
They’re buying greenbacks chockablock.
Our bridges rust, our health declines,
But thank God, our safe dollar shines.
“China insists Genghis Khan exhibit not use words ‘Genghis Khan’” —The Guardian
The exhibition stars a man much puffed in Kazakhstan:
The bloody-minded emperor we know as .
At birth he clutched a blood clot just as big as a pecan,
And later had six wives, this ever-grasping .
This fact did not restrain him when he saw a courtesan,
In fact 500 (thereabouts) this randy .
Although he persecuted those who followed the Koran,
He had no pictures done of him, this awkward .
He introduced an alphabet, took power in Iran,
And unified the Silk Road, this pathetic .
“A rare copy of Shakespeare’s First Folio sold for almost $10 million Wednesday,
becoming the most expensive work of literature ever to appear at auction,
according to Christie’s.” —CNN
The figure that thou seest was spent
On gentle Shakespeare, every cent,
When someone vowed to have his Will,
And came across for near 10 mill.
O if the buyer had to match
The value of this special catch,
The sale should further still surpass
All that was ever splurged in brass!
But if thou art a reader, look
Not on his pricetag, but his book.
