For Cee’s FOTD
For Cee’s FOTD
Relax. The World is Rosy.
A passenger on Air Force One has issued a decree.
In flights over the ocean, he’s noticed no debris.
Thus, reports of scientists concerning plastic trash
are, POTUS assures us, probably too rash.
Do not accept the evidence of scientists verbatim.
Comments by reality stars furnish better datum.
Wind turbines cause cancer. Global warming is a farce.
Proof that GMO’s are really harmful is too sparse.
Of course we are ecstatic to discover science is faulty.
Next they’ll make daft declarations that the ocean’s salty!!!
Truth is stranger than fiction? Yes, it is true the the Trump campaign has made $460,000 selling plastic soda straws with Trump’s name stamped on them.
Log on here: http://UglyGerry.com to tell congress how happy you are that your vote doesn’t matter due to ridiculous Gerrymandering of districts. Go to the link below to read the entire article on The Week.
This illustration of the alphabet as well as information below is reproduced from The Week. You can see the full article here: https://theweek.com/speedreads/856423/someone-made-font-gerrymandered-congressional-districts
Queen’s Tears bromeliad with Kukla as photobomber! Not the first time she’s wandered into a shot.
For Cee’s FOTD prompt
Your baseball cap conspicuous among the Easter hats,
you intersperse beatitudes with sounds of batting stats,
and when you are not muttering, you whistle or you hum.
Everywhere we’ve gone, you have stuck out like a sore thumb.
I try to introduce you to acquaintances or friends,
but your chatter never ceases. Your prattle never ends.
These one-end conversations are getting rather dry.
We cannot get a word in, so in time we do not try.
Last year you kidnapped Grandpa and took him to a bar,
then left him in an upstairs room—teeth floating in a jar.
Once we had reclaimed him, we gave thanks that you had vanished,
and this note is just to tell you we’ve decided you are banished.
You’ve embarrassed us at Christmases, at Easters and Thanksgivings,
so we have decided that we have certain misgivings
regarding future visits. In short, we hope you’ll never
seek to reattach past family ties we hereby sever!
On the Subject of Cracking Knuckles
Please don’t snap your bones at me.
I cringe, I plug my ears, I plea.
If you must make noise with body parts,
please stick to burping, coughs or farts.
Since popping sounds tend to astound me,
Do not crack knuckles when around me!
I do not like that brittle sound,
so please don’t crack your bones around!
For the dVerse Poets prompt “crack.” For Quadrille Monday.