Poems of the Week

That Italian Feeling

by Max Gutmann

“Italians … denounce a court verdict clearing a [man] of a sexual assault charge for groping …
because it only lasted ‘around five to 10 seconds.’”
AP

You can drop the Ciao, bella!
Reach out a bit, fella.
In Italy, grope her; it’s fine
as long as each second
is carefully reckoned.
Just count, and stop touching at 9.

If you do, then the law’s
on your side: there’s no cause
for complaint. This new ruling’s a doozy.
Stop at nine and you’ll thrive.
(If you stay under five,
then you don’t even gotta say “Scusi”!)

Mythed Opportunity

by Julia Griffin

“In Phoenix, 18 days of extreme heat with no end in sight”
—The New York Times

The bird nests down in blazing heat
And burns; and then—regenesis!
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.

Let’s hope the Greeks were right in this.

Greene Does Biden Ads

by Chris O’Carroll

“While [President] Johnson had The Great Society, Joe Biden has Build Back Better, [Rep.] Greene said,
describing it as: ‘The largest public investment in social infrastructure and environmental programs
that is actually finishing what FDR started that LBJ expanded on.’”
Independent

“Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene (R-GA) briefly sent Wednesday’s House Oversight hearing into chaos
when she displayed nude photos of President Joe Biden’s son Hunter engaging in sexual activities…”
Daily Beast

Marjorie Taylor Greene makes sure
The song of the Bidens gets sung:
Joe’s like Johnson and FDR,
And Hunter is totally hung.

Strange Ramifications

by Alex Steelsmith

“A collection of craniums… 2000 mummified rams’ heads [unearthed by archaeological researchers]
may have been an offering to Egypt’s Ramses II…”
—National Geographic

History mystery,
mummified crania
waited millennia,
buried like yams.

Maybe it isn’t an
archaeological
shocker: for Ramses, they
sacrificed rams.

Prominent, dominant
ancient authorities
dictated, “No other
creatures will do.

“Gods are appeased by our
etymologically
accurate offerings;
Ramses is ll.”

Weighting Them Out

by Nora Jay

“The nonagenarian great-grandfather [Jim Arrington] spoke about how he has achieved
a level of physical fitness which is superior to that of many people more [sic] than half his age
in an interview [with] Guinness World Records, which first recognized him as the planet’s oldest bodybuilder in 2015.”
The Guardian

Bow down, you youthful lazies!
When Jim, the true great-grand,
Starts pushing up the daisies,
He’ll push them with one hand.

Unwitting Witness?

by Marshall Begel

“Bird Owner Gets Surprise Police Visit After His Loud Parrot Is Mistaken for a Screaming Woman”
People

We know that parrots imitate
The sounds that they have heard,
And even can approximate
Events that have occurred.

So when a parrot screams so well
That cops cannot discern it,
You’d think they’d ask the man, “Pray tell,
How did the parrot learn it?”

Squeeze

by Clyde Always

“Woman is ‘humbled’ when Hinge date asks to pop her pimple”
Independent

This fella I’m seeing—
he isn’t too fussy.
When asked why he likes me,
he answered: “You’re pussy.”

Ungracious from the Cretaceous

by Dan Campion

“This fossil of a mammal biting a dinosaur captures a death battle’s final moments
‘Our best guess is that the mammal was in the middle of attacking the dinosaur,’ says…
one of the authors of the new study…”
NPR

Cretaceous-era mammals dueled
With dinosaurs? It figures.
Our class of creatures is well schooled
In rashness and hair triggers.

Lost Appeal

by Stephen Gold

“Lawyers openly seeking extramarital affairs via online dating sites have been warned
they could ruin their careers.”
The Times

Are you thinking of resorting
To imprudent forms of courting?
As a person of distinction at the bar,
Pause a moment, have a care,
And above all, be aware
Of the risk your name may soon be black as tar.

For if you’re the kind of louse
Who likes cheating on your spouse,
In the smug belief that nobody will know,
You’ll be in for a surprise,
And precipitous demise,
When your private life goes publicly on show.

I commend you these beliefs:
Lawyers, stay inside your briefs!
Don’t succumb to the temptations of flirtation.
Spurn the siren call of lust,
Lest disintegrating trust
Leads directly to disgust—and litigation.

Late Payment

by Steven Urquhart Bell

“Brits are ‘too poor to die’ as funeral fees rocket”
Mirror

At first they said I’m too poor to retire,
And now they say I’m too poor to expire.

So what am I supposed to tell the Reaper?
“I’m sorry, but the fees have gotten steeper.”

Good Tonality

by Iris Herriot

Tony Bennett, 1926-2023

He charmed the lounge, the club, the disco:
He kept the music scene delighted;
He left his heart in San Francisco.
Let’s hope they’ve now been reunited.

Grounded

by Stephen Gold

“Hundreds of Arctic tern chicks killed by ‘avian flu’”
The Times

Avian flu is a curse,
And its progress is hard to reverse.
In the Northern UK,
I am sorry to say,
Things have taken some terns for the worse.

Beach Beast

by Ruth S. Baker

“A sea otter is stealing surfboards near Santa Cruz, California”
—The New York Times

(To the tune of “Surfin’ USA“)

If every seafront had an otter
Whose flippers worked OK,
Then there’d be no one else surfin’
In Californ-i-a;
You’d see it bitin’ that surfboard,
That angry surfer too,
Or simply ridin’ those breakers,
Just as good as you.

You’d catch that otter at Swami’s,
Or up in Santa Cruz,
Or showin’ off its fur wetsuit
Across the evenin’ news;
Sacramento to Fresno,
Whiskers gleamin’ with spray:
It’s an otter gone surfin’,
Surfin’ USA!

Shoot the Messenger

by Steven Kent

“US meteorologists harassed for reporting on climate crisis”
The Guardian

Your global warming plot will not deceive—we stand together!
Who cares about the climate? We just want to hear the weather.

Make No Little Plans

by Dan Campion

“Underground Heat Is Shifting Chicago’s Foundations
Basements and train tunnels constantly leak heat, causing the land to sink
and straining building foundations. Scientists call it ‘underground climate change.'”
The New York Times

Sweet Home Chicago, my hometown,
You’re sinking from waste heat?
Wright, Sullivan, and Mies bow down
As Adler sighs defeat.

But though your architects may swoon,
You’ve always got a grift,
A poem, a trick, a catchy tune.
Your ground was made to shift!

So take a Windy City spin,
My “City on the Make”:
For Daniel Burnham’s sake, pipe in
Chill breezes from the lake.