This blog is about my life as reflected in rhyming poetry, observations and occasional rants. The title is Latin for "information and errs" or loosely translated "hits and misses." Wilson Arch photo courtesy of James Muhlestein.
Buy or Bye
28 October 2010
Bruce doesn’t want to botch
This chance to buy a watch.
It’s broken, tarnished, old
And listed on Ebay to be sold,
But it’s the first 14 karat gold.
Bruce states, “Can’t you see
It’s really important to me.
It solves a mystery
And adds to Pulsar history.”
Al says, “Bruce, honey,
We’re out of money.”
Bruce wants to hoard it.
Al thinks we can’t afford it.
My heart says, “Go!”
My logic says, “No.”
Well, it was bought
So we get what we got.
Rites for Rights
28 October 2010
Phelps protested at Snyder’s son’s funeral
Although the son was a grunt, not a general.
This case of law and tort
Is before the Supreme Court.
The actions of Phelps and his church were detestable.
Also, these actions were mean-spirited, reprehensible,
Sinister, oppressive, deplorable and repugnant,
Demonstrating bad taste and poor judgement.
Unfortunately, Snyder’s claim must be rejected.
Phelps’ actions are constitutionally protected.
Hit or Miss at the Office
29 August 2010
Of the people at work,
Who has which quirk?
Let’s observe and call it tourism
The studying somebody’s mannerism.
None of us has the privilege
Of being normal or average.
We all bear the taint
Of being a bit quaint.
Here at the North Central FRC
Most workers speak two languages or three.
Those who speak only one are a minority.
I guess that makes minorities the majority.
Behind their backs we call them stupidvisors,
But we rely on them as program advisors.
We could use names and such
But we all know who talks too much.
Somebody’s limited social skills
Consist of reporting their aches and ills.
Although the topic and news varies
We all know the business of the voice that carries.
Then there are those who are seldom heard.
We consider ourselves lucky when they utter a word.
Somebody else considers himself a poet
And wants the whole office to know it.
Another’s actions make it clear
She’s the princess here.
Although they’re clueless as can be
Somebody comes across as a wannabe celebrity.
In their home country there would be jail or fines,
But in America they get to wear plunging necklines.
Everybody brings cheer,
This I do believe,
Some when they get here
And some when they leave.
Scenes of Jeans
24 June 2010
By all ways and means
Give me a man in jeans,
Wearing the worn & torn kind
That show off a little behind.
Where the cloth has worn thin
Let me look and see skin.
It makes me drool and smile
When a man goes commando style.
Not every guy has the gall
To flaunt custom and freeball.
Not to be too blunt
But I like holes in front.
It really gets me going
When your cock is showing.
Holes are an attention getter
And the more the better.
Let me see the hot rocket
You’ve got in your pocket.
Yes, wear jeans faded and worn
With holes that are ripped and torn.
I don’t care if they’re trashed or mesh
Just as long as you flash some flesh.
My intent diverts and vision distorts
When I see a man in short shorts.
Lift your legs in the air
Without any underwear,
Giving me an unobstructed view
To prove you’re a man thu and thru.
Brief Relief
16 Sept 2010
An American tourist
While visiting England
Decided to resist
Staying with the rest and
Strike out from the tour
To become his own chauffeur,
To taste the local culture
According to his own flavor.
At a nearby pub
He got a chance to rub
Elbows and his sample
Of drinks was very ample.
Later he finds himself on a road
The result of his over drinking
With no place to unload,
He turns to desperate thinking.
Fortunately for our veteran
He runs into a policeman.
“I have an urge I’m trying to beat.
Of all the houses with heirlooms
On this open public street
I don’t see any restrooms.”
“Follow me and I will show
A convenient place for you to go.”
Down a back alley, the small gate
Opened on a very well-appointed place
As beautiful as any he could relate
And the blooms looked ready for a vase.
After making the plants and grass wetter
He felt relieved and so much better.
“Thanks for letting me inside
And pass by with your pardon.”
“My pleasure,” the bobby replied,
“It’s the French Embassy’s garden.”