Texts and phone calls,
Gifts and
cards,
All conveying
Best regards.
Took my walk
and
Zoomed my
class –
My quilting
project’s
Kickin’ ass.
Had a candle
Which I
blew.
(Instead of
cake –
Tiramisu!)
Soon a
dinner –
Mussels,
fries,
I.P.A. and
Lemon pies.
First New
Orleans –
Golly gee!
What a birthday,
Just for me!
In the swamp the raccoons romp
And gators
ply the waters.
Wild boars
snuff and strut their stuff
And eat their
sons and daughters.
Take a ride
but stay inside
The boat,
both feet and fingers
Or else your
zeal provides a meal
(And teeth
hurt more than stingers!).
On the boat,
when gators float,
The captain
calls them closer
With marshmallows
tossed at little cost
Or meat that’s
raw (much grosser!).
The gators
know this little show
Provides a
snack quite tasty,
So use their
tail to some avail,
Their movements
smooth but hasty.
The swamp’s
a place I’d hate to face
On any daily
basis,
Yet to its
beasts it’s never ceased
To be a true
oasis.
We try to do some local things
Whenever we’re away,
Although we’re clearly tourists
On a short and jam-packed stay.
So we signed up for a cooking class
And watched a chef prepare
Gumbo, jambalaya and pralines,
Some Cajun-Creole fare.
It all was most delicious
And Chef Austin was the best.
We left there more than satisfied
And happily impressed.
Not needing any dinner,
We checked out some local jazz,
Where Tom Hook, a piano player,
Entertained us with pizzazz.
It’s wonderful to have a chance
To try out something new
As a little break before you’re back
To what you always do.
The walking tour said “Rain or Shine;”
We booked it nonetheless,
Although in pouring rain, I won’t
Be happy, I confess.
The sky looks quite foreboding,
Plus there’s thunder and we heard
On TV, tornado warnings,
Not the weather I’d preferred.
Right now the rain’s still falling,
But it’s lessening a bit.
In my younger days, I’d head on out,
Not caring but a whit.
But my spouse and I both feel the same -
If it’s more than a drizzle,
We’ll catch the tour group later
Or we’ll let the plans just fizzle.
At the World War II Museum,
There were crowds in every hall
And so much to see and read
You couldn’t quite absorb it all.
Yet the visitors, so varied,
Were attentive and polite,
Everybody so intrigued with
Every battle plan and fight.
There were artifacts and movies,
Interviews with those who fought,
Which enhanced the schoolbook knowledge
That each one of us was taught.
Hours went by until the closing
And we saw all that we could.
Most Americans won’t get there,
But I think all people should.
Watching a film on a plane
Is the perfect distraction for me,
For aside from the pleasure I gain,
From anxiety I am set free.
If I’m lucky, the movie is one
That I’ve wanted to see but had missed,
So as soon as the picture’s begun,
It gets crossed off my need-to-see list.
When it’s over and time has flown past,
I won’t think about what lies ahead
But reflect on the excellent cast
And director and story instead.
Satire is a tricky thing
And won’t appeal to half
Of its potential readers,
But the other half will laugh.
The Onion is satirical
And I’m, for sure, a fan,
For it pokes fun of politics
(At least, while it still can).
Like other periodicals,
It focuses on news,
With weddings, deaths and real estate
Attracting many views.
There also is a horoscope
And lots of ads as well,
But none of it is serious,
Which anyone can tell.
It always cracks me up; at times
It makes me laugh out loud,
The humor, though, intended
For a real specific crowd.
I recommend a reading
But I would advise you that
You may not be so enamored
If you sport a MAGA hat.
