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Poems of the Week
A Generous Description
by Thomas Germana
“SpaceX launched disease-causing bacteria to the International Space Station”
—Live Science
I must admit, I’m not surprised
That that was brought in tow.
As much as it was ill-advised,
It is their CEO.
America’s CEOs come to the White House bearing gifts and flattery
by Bruce Bennett
It used to be Three Kings.
Now it is CEOs.
What progress history brings!
It used to be Three Kings.
Now there are no such things.
A Savior Heaven chose?
No way! We’ve different Kings
And bowing CEO’s.
. . . And the American Way
by Chris O’Carroll
“I will be sworn in as an ICE agent, ASAP.”
–Former Superman actor Dean Cain
Dean’s new hero role is ICE-man.
What bad hombres he’ll expel
Once he dons the mask he’ll wear to
Bust illegals like Kal-El.
A Doggone Mess
by Alex Steelsmith
“Hot dog spill closes Pennsylvania interstate”
—UPI
Squishily, squashily,
thousands of frankfurters
littered the interstate,
widely dispersed.
Notable experts in
accidentology
said that the problem was
frankly the wurst.
Welcoming Committee
by Dan Campion
“Proposed spacecraft could carry up to 2,400 people on a one-way trip
to the nearest star system, Alpha Centauri”
—Live Science
The trip would take four hundred years,
And at the end’s a planet
That may sustain life, it appears.
Good luck to those who man it,
The ship they’ve named the Chrysalis.
I hope that when they scan it
The planet proves an isle of bliss
And butterfly wings fan it.
Streak
by Clyde Always
“Naked man wearing only balaclava and plastic clogs—and carrying sex toy on a stick—
terrifies European tourists [in Slovakia]”
—New York Post
“Naked man in gimp mask caught on bizarre video prowling quiet town [in England]”
—New York Post
In two distinct cases
a mask-wearing outlaw
was spotted. One slinks
and the other one struts.
If asked what the photos
of both of these fugitives
clearly expose, I would
answer: they’re nuts.
Novel Insight
by Steven Urquhart Bell
“‘Richard Osman made £10m, I made £250’: The money novelists really make”
—The i Paper
Instead of spending ages writing novels
For hardly any money, why not rhyme?
There isn’t any money in it either,
But poems take a fraction of the time.
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