My kid loves Captain Underpants. Sometimes I cringe a little because of that. I mean, lots of potty humor, occasional disregard for authority figures, and continual lack of focus on responsibilities.
But it’s great silly humor. Continue reading
Category Archives: Chuckles
New Poem—When You Are Old
When you are old, as old as Yeats
Children will come to trespass your gates
You will sigh, then shout until they are gone,
“Tread softly, for you tread on my lawn!”
And here are some memes
Happy April Fool’s Day! Today is no joke, but my post has a few.
Has it been a while since I posted some memes for you?
So it is. Here are some random memes for you. Continue reading
Newt’s Suitcase, TARDIS, and Mary Poppins’ Purse
What do tase three objects have in common? Well, three things. They’re iconic fantastical objects, they contain more room than they appear to, and they are very British. Continue reading
What Is Human Nature? A Dialogue
Reclaiming “Geek”
Ever seen anyone bite the head off a chicken?
The Dutch and the Germans had a word for a fool, Geck, that eventually found its way into the freak shows of America. Continue reading
Week People—a poem
[The following poem was originally published in Versewrights.]
WEEK PEOPLE
Monday morning hates his job
a case of himself
saying hi to Bob in the hall
who says hey back to him in the hall.
The coffee percolates, drips
a long day inaugurates a long week
and it all goes downhill from there.
Meet the sisters of the arch:
Fat Tuesday, Hump Wednesday, Thirsty Thursday
drinking martinis round a table every afternoon
and sleep heavy that evening
after they hang up the phone
full of the day’s daily review.
Friday announces herself
steals the show
is twenty-three years old and
addicted to coke.
Saturday morning wakes up late
does not remember Friday or
what he did to her.
He sits in the house all day in his socks
when he’s not running marathons
or out of town.
Sunday afternoon is an old Brit sleeping
in a musty armchair
a wooden cross hung limply on the wall behind him
a glass of brandy forming condensation by his side
as he snores
the game blaring on the telly.
