Pray: Antiphonal
“Pray for the hurricane victims,
Pray for the victims of fire.
Come down from Heaven to help us,
For our lives have become truly dire.”
Recall your flesh-eating super bugs;
Cancel that damn COVID virus;
Let bats eat mosquitoes ad nauseam;
Let aliens invade to expire us!
”Our hearts go out,” says Norah O’Donnell,
Extending to the fallen her love and grace.
What does that mean when the Anchor proclaims it?
Sincerity comes with a well made up face.
How can a news anchor speak for the nation?
How can she, night after night, so pretend?
Why doesn’t God send us all to the Devil?
Why must the Devil be our new best friend?
Sympathy oozes from all of my pores,
Sincerity’s my stock in trade;
Why would I lie to the public
When I am so super well paid?
One Dog, Two?
One Dog Wounded;
One Dog Skunked.
What now will one dog do?
The Odor of Defeat
Chipper chased a backyard skunk,
The skunk raised up his tail;
Chipper lost the battle grim,
The skunk is out on “bail.”
Chipper smells like something dead;
He’s now confined to “jail!”
Perplexed
My little dog’s Bewildered;
No, that’s not his name!
Simon can’t walk like he used to;
He’s Bewildered, he barked and I came.
I’ve tried to explain the problem;
Stuff happens, I try to explain.
All flesh is terribly vulnerable;
The result is usually dire pain.
Simon, however, is patient,
As long as there’s somebody there
To sit next to his sleek dachshund body
And keep him from doggie despair.
Would I could walk like I used to,
Would I could still romp and play;
Thank God my dog still loves me,
Thank God the world works that way!
Black and White
Chipper caught a skunk;
He shook it without fail!
The skunk shot Chipper
From right beneath the tail.
Did Chipper learn a lesson?
Be faster, smarter, wise;
Do not let yourself get shot
Right between the eyes!
Groan
I should be ashamed, and I am, mostly!
Simon on the bed, curious as usual, second time before us!