Saturday, August 25, 2012


When I report to work each morn
To keep the horses shod and shorn,
I check to see if they have bought
A single colt, but they have not.

And so I go to visit Gramps,
Whose job it is to light the lamps,
And both of us review the list
To verify that none exist.

By then we need a little break
To keep us fresh and wide awake,
As per the contract which affords
Our daily wage and just rewards.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Untimely Descent

Ellnora Jones was flesh and bones,
Awaiting her interment,
Until the fall that mussed her pall
By sudden downward movement.

The undertaker couldn’t make her
Way without disaster,
So Ella’s bones were mixed with stones
In transit to the pastor.

Her favorite son had just begun
To conquer loss and mourning,
When he beheld his mother felled
That grey November morning.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

The Crowded Chair

First I sat on Stanton.
Then I sat on Truth.
Then I sat on Anthony.
I swear I did, in sooth.

And Stanton cried, “Lord, help me!”
As did Sojourner Truth.
But I could see that Susan B.
Was after my vermouth.

And so I grabbed my crystal glass
And rose to give a toast,
To put more distance ’tween my drink
And Susan’s sozzled ghost.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Looking Forward

It’s just around the corner!
It’s just around the bend!
We think that our economy
Is almost on the mend.

Look past those monthly figures!
Look past the latest trends!
We’re watching as adversity
And unemployment ends.

It’s just across the mountain!
It’s just beyond the rise!
The One for this democracy
Has won the Nobel Prize!