“A famous tree that has stood sentinel on Britain’s Roman-built Hadrian’s Wall for more than 200 years
has been ‘deliberately felled’ in what authorities have called an ‘act of vandalism.’”
—CNN
How, Sycamore, you shone, from root to crown!
How sick a moron chose to hack you down.
“I swirled a Vermentino-Moscato blend that looked like apple juice and tasted wild and metallic, like beautiful gasoline.”
—Restaurant critic Helen Rosner
To complement the finest food,
Decant yourself some light, sweet crude.
Enjoy a quaff untamed and bold,
A hearty mouthful of black gold.
Nothing can make the taste buds hum
Quite like piquant petroleum.
Refined as petrol or as gas,
This is the good stuff. Fill your glass.
“Insofar as the women, just none of them were as articulate enough
on the intellectual level.”
—Rolling Stone co-founder Jan Wenner, on why he chose only white men
for his book on rock’s ‘masters.’
Chauvinist-Piggledy,
Wenner the arbiter?
He prefers rock stars who
Think like a man.
Women don’t cut it as
Superarticulate.
Superironically
Neither does Jan.
“[T]he internet is… ablaze with references to Rome and the large amount of space that the empire presently
takes up in every dudebro’s head. … Why is there a new cult following of ancient Rome? Why now?”
—MSNBC
Nostalgic for intrepid days
when men were men, and girls stayed home,
admiring Caesar’s ruthless ways,
they close their eyes and think of Rome.
They picture marching with armed men
or racing in the hippodrome
(not toiling with the field slaves) when
they close their eyes and think of Rome.
Their breastplates gleam, their cloaks are red,
their statues white as Styrofoam.
Longing to lead and to be led,
they close their eyes and think of Rome.
Training with swords to fight and die,
or whispering in a catacomb,
daring, resolved, and semper fi—
they close their eyes and think of Rome.
Their wished-for glory is full of holes
as gaping as the Pantheon dome,
but manly yearnings shake their souls.
They close their eyes and think of Rome.
“A naked man was detained on Monday after air travelers spotted him proudly sauntering through Dallas-Fort Worth
International Airport. Eye-popping video shows the man—without any baggage in sight or a stitch of clothing…”
—New York Post
Look at my carry-on! Packing’s a snap.
It’s a pleasure to handle and fits on my lap.
“Lauren Boebert says she ‘fell short of values’ after Beetlejuice groping video”
—The Guardian
Though the pressure is more than you planned,
She’s been hoping you’ll take a firm stand.
Such a long and hard task,
But there’s help, so just ask—
Lauren Boebert can lend you a hand!
“The moon’s darkest corners are a mystery. This image offers a stunning new glimpse.
NASA’s new ShadowCam is peering into places near the moon’s poles that never see sunlight.
What lurks there—and could it be harnessed to launch the next era of space exploration?
[T]he material … may have been ‘fluffier’ than typical lunar soil … ‘[W]e don’t know
if it’s icy dirt or dirty ice, [a researcher] says.”
—National Geographic
Down the round Moon’s opaquest corners, throw
Your optics, NASA, and surprise, surprise!
Old frozen stuff, in oddly fungal guise,
Is imaged and thrust instantly on show.
Long-hidden, icy dirt takes on a glow
(Or dirty ice—a matter of surmise):
Blissful astronomers vent little cries,
Beholding spots where sunlight cannot go.
For me, though, something has been spoiled in space.
So frost which may be fluffy has been found;
For this we’re gawping through that shining face?
We all get cysts and blotches, I’ll be bound:
Viewed with respect, the Moon looks pretty good,
As artist-types have always understood.
“Ever wonder what the Sun looked like in its infancy? A new image from NASA’s
James Webb Space Telescope has captured what Earth’s sun looked like when it was
only a few tens of thousands of years old.”
—NPR
A cute, baby Sun—an adorable scene!
But how did our giant star look as a teen?
This question now has me enormously vexed.
At some point I’d love to send NASA a text.
Perhaps they’d reply with a puzzled ellipsis: … A dark, brooding Sun? Well, that’s what an eclipse is!
“[A] Harvard-trained doctor specializing in cosmetic dentistry [noticed] an unsettling trend
among celebrity smiles: Everybody had the exact same teeth. Unnaturally perfect.”
—The Washington Post
Color me as unsurprised.
Actors’ teeth were analyzed.
Once again, it’s brought to light—
Hollywood is straight and white.
“Virginia Democratic candidate denounces report of sex videos”
—The Guardian
Ashamed I’m not—the man’s my spouse! She’s making pornos in her house,
My sick opponents now report.
(You wanna watch us both cavort?
It’s gonna cost you twenty bucks.)
Some say—wink, wink—our channel sucks,
But win or lose, at least I know
I’ll still have work in video.
“Women still do more housework, survey suggests”
—BBC
Most men believe that housework is demeaning,
But when it comes to DIY they’re fab.
Deny him sex until he does some cleaning—
The house’ll be as sterile as a lab.
“Rupert Murdoch to Retire From Fox and News Corporation Boards
The move leaves his son Lachlan as the sole executive in charge
of the global media empire.”
—The New York Times
Glad to see the old boy go.
Doubt that it’ll matter, though.
Lachlan’s there to carry on.
See to things once Daddy’s gone.
Fox and such will stay the same.
Truth will play a losing game.
Keep that bubbly stowed away.
Rupert’s brand is here to stay.