“ …visitors on Thanksgiving Day get to tour the farm, enjoy pie and hot cider, cuddle with the turkeys and feed them treats such as cranberries and grapes… ” —The Washington Post
“Come snuggle with a turkey.
We do at Gentle Barn.
Okay, yes, it is quirky,
but it’s rewarding. Darn,
Don’t say you won’t adore it,
but if it’s not for you,
we’ve got the answer for it.
Our cows will snuggle too.
So will our horses, donkeys,
our llamas, sheep, and goats.
You won’t see them as flunkies
as you cling to their coats.
You’ll see them as your brothers
and sisters. You’ll know why,
as you embrace those others,
we serve our turkeys pie.”
“Rise in back pain and long-term sickness linked to home working” —The Guardian
It’s the ergonomy, ye stooped! You spent Two years hunched over laptops on a bed, Settee or kitchen stool, and now you’re bent Too out of shape for office work instead. Home working wasn’t introduced to wreck Employment, but you had no Peloton Elliptical to stretch your back and neck, Relax your nerves and put a damper on Godawful posture twisting up your spine Or aggravating wrist and shoulder strain— Numb digits make it hard to type this line: Off sick today with carpal-tunnel pain … My moral’s clear: Be glad of your commute— You get away, and stretch yourself to boot!
“Hoppy IPA beers may lower risk of developing Alzheimer’s, study suggests” —The Independent
When barroom conversation starts to sputter—
A joke falls flat or someone makes a gaffe—
The married men will pull a face and mutter,
“My wife thinks I’m in here to have a laugh.”
But regulars are healthcare pioneers
Whose spouses really ought to thank, not curse, them
For selflessly consuming hoppy beers
So that their wives will never need to nurse them.
“‘Whisper list’ contains 40 politicians never to accept a drink from, MP claims” —The Guardian
Girl, find a public place, a park or station,
If you and he must talk of legislation.
Don’t meet him in his office or a bar
Or any place no other people are.
He wields a lot of power, so much leverage;
Decline if he should offer you a beverage,
For God knows what’ll happen if you drink.
(“Back-bench” he’s called, but not for what you think!)
“One billion young people risk hearing loss from loud music Study suggests 24% of 12- to 34-year-olds globally listen at ‘unsafe level’ on devices and visit noisy venues” —The Guardian
Young People! 24%
Will wonder where your hearing went
When time and tinnitus complete
The work of that rambunctious beat.
To tell the truth, and not embroider,
I feel a certain Schadenfreude
To think of you, in future years,
With aids or trumpets in your ears,
But more reflection overthrows
Such nasty sentiments as those.
You aging, deafened hordes will strain
To hear those wailing blasts again,
And I will share your agony.
When you move in next door to me.
“Man who lived in Charles de Gaulle airport for 18 years dies in airport… Karimi Nasseri, believed to have been born in 1945, lived in the airport’s Terminal 1 from 1988 until 2006,
first in legal limbo because he lacked residency papers and later by choice. … [He] had returned to living in the airport again in recent weeks, the airport official said.” —The Guardian
Goest thou to the Terminal,
Terminal, Terminal 1?
Hear’st thou there the final call,
When all the traveling’s done?
Dost thou article with loss,
Dustily, dusty dry?
Seest thou where the white wings cross
The whiteness of the sky?
Goest thou to the Terminal,
Terminal, Terminal 1?
Hear’st thou there the final call,
When all the traveling’s done?
“[J]ailed monarch ate only the best, papers reveal. Newly discovered official accounts show that, while a prisoner of Elizabeth I, her cousin [Mary, Queen of Scots] lived a life of luxury” —The Guardian
Mary had a lot of lamb:
She feasted like a toff
And lived contenter than a clam
Until her head came off.