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“Pope Leo will vote from the Vatican, by mail, in Illinois midterm election”
A White Sox fan, he knows prayers
aren’t always answered.
Go, Danny Boy
Senate candidate Dan J. Sullivan has the same name as the current GOP incumbent.”
—ABC News
—The New York Times
(Though not that other Dan),
So voters best be wary
If they turn out for Mary:
A Democrat selection
Could void the whole election.
Just reeks of desperation
And surely has arisen
From fear he’ll go to prison,
A baseless bugaboo—
His kind so rarely do.
Call for a Ball
—The Guardian
A metal ball of equal size?
Don’t men who boast and lie and bomb
Deserve their own Ballon de Plomb?
Get It in Writing
—The Guardian
But I’m a cynic, yes, I am,
And certainly I’d never fall
For these transparent frauds at all.
They’re wholly based on pointless praise
For clever plots and turns of phrase,
Yet we who’ve been around the block
Know better than to buy their schlock.
So sad, such gullibility—
Wait, one now wants to publish me?
Perhaps I should rethink my stand
And not dismiss this out of hand!
The fee will surely bring me glory;
The novel, that’s another story.
How ARE the Mighty … ?
—ESPN
the mighty Gunners meet defeat,
as, once again, the League Cup winnows,
and killer whales succumb to minnows.
Parent of a Brick
Faced with a stagnant jobs market, many are spurning children or pets in favour of ‘raising bricks’”
—The Guardian
And zero’s what you’d rather handle, so,
Renouncing all that’s cuddly to the touch,
Especially a child or pet, you go:
“No cats, no dating, I will raise a brick
That captures spores to satisfy my need
Of company—for free, through thin and thick,
Forever sparing me from mammals’ greed.
A stone that doesn’t roll will gather moss,
Be constant, never poo and, by the by,
Require no energy. Who gives a toss
If I’ve a runny nose or itchy eye
(Cuz I’m not dating)? … I’ll perfect non-ick
Kid-raising: I’m the parent of a brick!”
Cosmic Mariner, Destination Unknown
—The Associated Press
You now must boldly go,
So set a course beyond the stars
Declaring, “Make it so…”
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