Throughout the ages, things were named
Things did what things were intended to do
Sometimes same things had different names
Some people had couches in their living rooms
Others insisted they were davenports
Diehards argued for davinettes
They’d be davinettes, till the day they died
No matter–they were still the same things
Served the same purposes
Some didn’t like current names for things
They preferred different, new “thing” names
New names–for the same old things
Other than being confusing for those familiar
With the old names, things still did the same things
In spite of changes in their nomenclature
Stubborn old fools
Word wars wasted
Could be changed
Couldn’t be swayed
By designer gene pools
Virtual reality games
Three dimensional printers
None of it was tangible
Made no sense, at all
Baby, baby, baby–where’s the giraffe baby? Baby, baby, oh baby–next week, maybe? The same giraffe’s been pregnant since 2015–what?
A giant chicken is allegedly scaring folks all over the world-wide web. Who’s afraid of the big bad rooster? Not I, said the Little Red Hen.
The “human Ken doll” guy had a few more surgeries. What’s a few more, when there have already been so many?
Wonder Woman’s new edition was up to her armpits in controversy. Had she, or hadn’t she? Couldn’t wrap my head around that one.
Some countries cared how their rivers flowed; granted them the same rights as humans. If this was to prevent pollution–then, I’m for it. The cynic in me wondered if they would be subjected to taxation.
Flip or Flop TV stars had more problems. Meanwhile, it was announced which of our favorite shows would flip into next season–which ones flopped.
My favorite TV mechanic, Edd China, from Velocity’s “Wheeler Dealers” is leaving the show. Saddest news since Jeremy Clarkson & Company left “Top Gear.”
Shaq’s world wasn’t flat. That was just a joke.
While most of us would struggle to remember what we did last summer–those that were around in 1816 never forgot. In 1816, following the worst volcanic event in earth’s history; in eastern North America, there was no summer. Crops failed, as did other agricultural pursuits–causing famine and disease.
All due to the eruption of Mt. Tambora in Indonesia, for two weeks in 1815. Volcanic ash spewed into the atmosphere and deflected sunlight away from earth’s surface. It’s referred to in scientific circles as “volcanic winter,” or global cooling.
Could it happen again? Imagine, billions of unhappy people worldwide. I’m not qualified to comment on probabilities. Nature does what it wants to do on its own timetable. What I firmly believe–is that we are all stewards of our environment. Clean air, clean water–some talk about it, but actions, express their true feelings.
More crooked lines
Than the Richter scale
Walk off negativity
Write your way out
Your royal gruesomeness
For most people life isn’t
One continuous party
Celebrities alone in a forest
were there no media coverage
Would they still make sounds?
Don’t let your collective egos
Bite you on your backsides
On the way out the door
Getting depressed at Christmas is a real thing for some folks.
Secret Santa’s didn’t visit my house, again–there’s always next year.
This is the time of year when imperfections become endearing qualities.
Grandchildren complain about Grandma’s “iffy” internet service.
My dogs check the mailbox everyday, not for Christmas cards or letters, but rather, for scents from other dogs. I suppose that’s what the Holidays mean to them–and all other days.
It’s the most wonderful time of year–as you’ve already heard many times.
I’m offering the following free advice to everyone this Christmas. You don’t have to believe everything you read, see, and hear.
While my thoughts circle further round the drain–who or what the heck is Eddie Redmayne?
Have a Holly Jolly, non-gender specific, carbon-neutral, appropriately proportioned Christmas this year!
Where do you see yourself in five years?
Wait five years–you’ll grow out of it
It never happened as promised
Could see better–didn’t look any better
Festooned with chromium
All flash–no dash
Rain in New Orleans
Plenty to see
In a frog-strangling downpour