Poems of the Week
Home at Last
by Steven Kent
“Tucker Carlson is out at Fox News but welcome on Russian TV
The ousted anchor was offered work by state-run news channels in Moscow
that echo much of his conspiratorial rhetoric on the war in Ukraine.”
—NBC News
The bosses told me, “Hire Tucker C;
Those liberals in the West all want to flay him.”
Before, he gladly pled our cause for free,
But darn it, now we’re gonna have to pay him!
Growing Optimism*
by Alex Steelsmith
“Scientists can now obtain electricity from a living plant.”
—National Geographic
Happily,
scientists
show we might
get
perfectly
natural
power plants
yet.
*Welcome to Light‘s first-ever single dactyl! (We’re pretty sure it’s the world’s first, too.)
For Alex Steelsmith’s guide to this spin on the tried-and-true double dactyl, click here.
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
by Julia Griffin
For Tam
“A life-sized bust of the King has been made from more than 17 litres (3.7 gallons) of melted chocolate
ahead of his coronation. … Miniature bars of Snickers, Mars, Twix, Milky Way, Galaxy and Bounty were among
those used to decorate the model. … The bust is set to go on display at the firm’s headquarters in Slough.”
—BBC News
In fond anticipation of the Day,
The nation’s rapt, declaring Chocs Away!
Let’s hear it for this Slough of sweet Delight,
Inspiring patriotic appetite!
This is no time for sneery Snickering:
No longer on the shelf, HM the King
Shows, through this tastefullest of avatars,
An air of Bounty, and an eye like Mars.
Three Quarters of a Million Buys Some Hard Truth
by Chris O’Carroll
“Every fraud claim I was asked to investigate was false.”
—Ken Block, founder of Simpatico Software Systems,
a company to which the Trump campaign paid $750,000
in a bid to substantiate its election fraud fabrications
It wasn’t rigged, he wasn’t robbed,
Those claims all proved untrue.
He didn’t want to know he was
A loser, but he knew.
Where’s the Logic?
by Mike Mesterton-Gibbons
“The local authority has introduced… £100 fines for anyone using a metal detector [on Cleethorphes Beach in England]. …
[The general secretary of the National Council for Metal Detecting]… believes the objection is that detectorists dig holes,
which he said were usually only a few inches deep and should be filled afterwards. ‘I said to them ‘What about sandcastles,
kids burying their dad in the sand—have you banned that as well?’ And they said ‘No no no, that’s fine’. … Where’s the logic?'”
—The Guardian
When Cleethorpes’ tide was low, detectorists
Hung out and looked for treasure in the sand,
Extracting coins for archaeologists’
Researches. But their digging is now banned.
Enthusiasts are puzzled by this move,
Since little holes are classified as bad,
Though bureaucrats are happy to approve
Holes big enough to bury all your dad—
Except his nose. How can a lesser pit
Leave greater damage? Where’s the logic for
Officialdom that’s willing to permit
Great trenches but bans peepholes on the shore? …
Is metal buried somewhere not too deep
Concealing secrets someone needs to keep?
Dragon at Disneyland’s ‘Fantasmic!’ Performance Catches Fire
by Bruce Bennett
“Don’t worry, folks. It’s just a prop.
In minutes we can make this stop.
But meantime, we want you to feel
the thrill of how what’s fake is real.”
Intoxicated Masculinity
by Alex Steelsmith
“[A]lcohol may negatively affect hormone levels including testosterone…
Excess alcohol intake …will lower your testosterone levels.”
—Verywellfit
“’[T]otal testosterone’ [often called ‘total T’] is the grand total of all the hormone
available in the bloodstream.”
—Gainswave.com
Higgledy-swiggledy
guzzling intoxicants
hobbles libido, the
experts agree.
Thus they might summarize,
epigrammatically:
Being teetotal can
boost total T.
Yak Snack Pack
by Ruth S. Baker
“[Curds of Nepali yaks’ milk] are strained in cloth bags and pressed under weights to remove
as much whey as possible before being sent to the village below to be made into churpi (or chhurpi),
a dried snack … Selling churpi as a dog chew created a profitable new market that has also solved
the problem of excess milk going to waste as demand fluctuates.”
—The Guardian
For dogs who are bitey or slurpy,
Behold, a delicious new chew!
We’re calling it churpi (or chhurpi):
That goes for the retailers too.
Fatten the People, Thin the Herd
by Marshall Begel
“The Exmoor Squirrel Project is asking landowners to set live traps and restaurants to serve grey squirrel.”
—BBC News
Roasted squirrel with pesto swirl
Shepherd’s pie of lanternfly
Baked cane toad served à la mode
Brown tree snake medallion steak
Garlic mustard seasoned custard
Zebra mussels stewed with Brussels
Northern snakehead stuffed with cornbread
Rusty crayfish noodle hotdish
Help invaders meet their fate
Garnished, served upon a plate.
Full of It
by Kaitlyn Spees
“Today, the U.S. Food and Drug Administration approved Vowst, the first fecal microbiota product that is taken orally.
Vowst is approved for the prevention of recurrence of Clostridioides difficile (C. difficile) infection (CDI)
in individuals 18 years of age and older, following antibacterial treatment for recurrent CDI.”
—FDA
Wowily Bowelly
CDI sufferers
Hope their gut anguish is
Finally done.
Scoff though folks may about
Palatability,
Finally C. diff’s the
One on the run.
Cleaning Sabrina
by Julia Griffin
(with thanks to the Master)
“A statue of Sabrina and a memorial to Capability Brown at Croome is covered in blue crayon.”
—BBC News
Sabrina blue,
Listen where thou art sprawling
Over a graceful, pseudo-Roman scene,
Recovering from the appalling
Behaviour of the litter-dropping crew:
Listen to the cleaners’ prayer,
Goddess of graffiti’d hair,
Hear and come clean!
Listen and accept our hymn,
In the name of Zud and Vim,
By the power of brush and sponge,
Honoured long for scouring grunge,
By descaling alkaline,
Through whose power great bath tubs shine,
By hydroxides, scourge of tar,
And immortal vinegar,
Followed up by faithful bleach
(Wisely kept from children’s reach):
For the sake of good man Brown,
Capable of such renown,
And, still more encouraging,
Great John Milton, poet-king,
Who immortalized your name
Ere the vile Crayola came:
Do not let these oily stains
Mark you like thrombotic veins;
Rise, rise, and lift thy scrubbed-off head,
Radiant, de-crayonèd,
Like an Ajax-rescued queen,
Re-perfected, re-pristine:
Hear and come clean!
Springer: A Final Thought
by Paul Lander
Jerry Springer‘s gone.
Fans: in lieu of flowers, please
hit Dad with a chair.
It’s a Business Doing Pleasure With You
by Steven Kent
“Rupert Murdoch reportedly divorced Jerry Hall by email”
—The Guardian
The subject line Re: marriage, then
The body reads, “Dear Jerry:
Conditions/terms were stated when
We both agreed to marry.
This union was performance-based,
Yet came to no fruition,
So now I choose to move in haste
And phase out your position.
Your contract I shall not renew,
Effective date next Monday.
We’ll skip the exit interview;
Please clear your desk by Sunday.
I’ll gladly recommend you, dear—
You’re pleasant, bright, and pretty—
But first you’ll have to sign off here.
(Attorneys, New York City).”
Feline Alright
by Stephen Gold
“Beloved pet cat Choupette, now 11, was made a supermodel by Karl Lagerfeld”
—Daily Mail
Although her Karl’s departed
(A catastrophic loss),
Choupette still struts the catwalk
With undiminished gloss.
Which proves, though fate is random,
That when all’s said and done,
Nine lives are categorically
Superior to one.