Poems of the Week

Wagners of Sincerity

by Nora Jay

“Vladimir Putin sends condolences to family of Yevgeny Prigozhin”
The Guardian

Of Putin’s condolence, though meager,
Prigozhin’s bereaved were desirous
As COVID 19-ers are eager
For sympathy cards from the virus.

Observation

by Alex Steelsmith

Tuesday, September 5th is Be Late For Something Day.

Merrily, merrily,
Be Late for Something Day
happens on Tuesday, but
never mind that;

people observing it
stereotypically
do so on Thursday or
Friday or Sat.

Of Female Surgeons

by Dan Campion

“Patients treated by female surgeons see better results, studies find”
AXIOS

The sly remarks, guys, you can spare
(Well . . . sure, a girl can cut and sew).
Next time your corpus needs repair,
Remember what the studies show.

Milton vs. Gerwig

by Paul Willis

“Greta Gerwig’s Paradise Lost: [On] the Deep Parallels Between Barbie
and John Milton’s Late Renaissance Epic”
Literary Hub

First came Adam,
then came Eve—
an afterthought,
I do believe.

But first came Barbie,
then came Ken.
When you’ve got Margot,
who needs men?

I Think We’ve Seen This Movie

by Steven Kent

“A.I. Brings the Robot Wingman to Aerial Combat”
The New York Times

My co-pilot’s far too controlling, it’s clear
(Efficient, but not at all brave).
I bark out an order and what do I hear?
Afraid I can’t do that now, Dave.

Blue Bird of Flappiness

by Ruth S. Baker

“Return of takahē—large, flightless bird—to alpine slopes of the South Island marks a conservation victory in New Zealand”
The Guardian

Suggestive of a globe on legs,
Its beak a boiled crustacean,
The lost takahe, plus its eggs,
Returns to glad our nation.

This flightless fowl with portly paunch
Resolves a point at issue:
However much you fail to launch,
There’s someone who will miss you.

Gory Days

by Steven Urquhart Bell

“Rome calls in cleaners armed with shovels to fight Colosseum’s rat infestation”
The Telegraph

But don’t let on they’re cleaners. Tell the public
They’re members of a reenactment group,
And tool them up with swords and nets and tridents,
And play them martial music on a loop.

Then spread the word: “Not since the days of Empire
Has Rome played host to such a thrilling bout—
Voracious wild beasts and gladiators!”
You’ll rake it in—unless you’re ratted out.

Brewhaha

by Chris O’Carroll

“Does President Biden want to limit Americans to two beers a week?”
—Fox personality Peter Doocy

Fox is ginning up the fear
That Biden wants to seize our beer.
The libs are out to harsh our mellow,
Whether Bud Light or Modelo.
As with so much Foxy news,
This is pretty low-proof booze.

Little Point

by Iris Herriot

“Museum of London identifies man who raised alarm over Great Fire [of 1666]…
[T]he first witness… was Thomas Dagger, a journeyman baker… said [researcher] Kate Loveman…”
The Guardian

“Is this a Dagger that I see before me?”
The Scholar cried. The Specter whispered: “Kate:
No one will blame you if you just ignore me.
I saw; I spoke. But it was all too late.”

What a Fool Believes

by Steven Kent

“‘Rich Men North of Richmond’ singer condemns Republicans after song used in debate”
The Guardian

Now listen to me, hoss:
Remember when The Boss
Was real misunderstood in ’84?
When Reagan tried to say
“Born in the USA”
Is rah-rah optimistic to its core?

The time is out of joint;
Again you’ve missed the point
Invoking me this way. (What else is new?)
How dare you quote my song
And get it so, so wrong—
I’m singing here about the guys like you!

Instant Breakfast

by Marshall Begel

“Eggo’s ‘Brunch in a Jar’ marries booze with brunch… The sipping alcohol,
which is 40 proof, is meant to highlight all the flavors found at your typical
brunch spread ― bacon, syrup, butter and of course, Eggo waffles”
NJ.com

I’ve found a dish that I can make—
It’s better than that protein shake—
This modern breakfast that you pour.
In fact, I think I’ll have one more.

Why go to some ol’ restaurant?
They never serve you whatchu want—
For instance… breakfasht you can pour!
I thing I’ll have myself summore.

Now every day, I’ll rise frrom bed,
No crackin’ eggs or toashtin’ bread.
For I’ll have breakfast that I p-pour…
Is thish… hic… nummer three or four?

Pleazh poke me iff I shtart to snore.

The Long Arm of the Law

by Steven Kent

“Georgia sheriff pleads guilty to groping TV judge”
The Guardian

A miscommunication, judge, between us—
I merely meant to serve her my subpoenas!

Now Sheriff Coody finally understands
He can’t just take the law in his own hands.

Looticrous

by Alex Steelsmith

“The Smithsonian has formed a task force to address the massive collection of human remains held by its museums,
which includes 255 human brains that were removed primarily from dead Black and Indigenous people,
as well as other people of color, without the consent or knowledge of their families.”
Democracy Now

Jiggery diggery,
curious scientists
shouldn’t be looting through
human remains.

Now the Smithsonian’s
anthropological
holdings are making us
question its brains.

Downhill Career

by Steven Urquhart Bell

“…is going to university still worth it?”
Sky News

I studied English Lit. at Glasgow U.:
A waste of time in terms of a vocation,
But every time I fail an interview
I’m lauded for my written application.