There must be folks enough who bite
to make this worth the doing.
There must be money in it
‘cause they’re endlessly pursuing.
There must be folks enough who bite
to make this worth the doing.
There must be money in it
‘cause they’re endlessly pursuing.
Whatever they’re selling…..
I’m not buying.
It matters not.
They keep on trying.
The Uvalde children haunt me.
A shadow on my mind.
Their deaths: a heavy burden.
A reproach to humankind.
“Good morning, Ma’am.
My name is Bard.
I’m calling about
your credit card.
Our computer was hacked.
(Ain’t that a bummer?)
I have to re-enter
your VISA number.
Sure, I can wait.
Won’t be but a minute.
You can check your purse
and see what’s in it.
On what date does the card expire?
(Just a few more questions
before you tire).
I need the safety code on back.
(It’s just because of this
Hack Attack).
Now, please confirm your billing address.
(I’m almost done, I do confess).
And,will you please re-spell your name
so all our records are the same?
That’s all I need.
I thank you, Ma’am.
You’ve made me a
Very Happy Man.”
Today’s zucchini was a Ten.
It was a Perfect Specimen!
I ate it. And, I wonder when
my yard will grow its Perfect Twin.
Hot August days.
Hot August nights.
Pretty soon, we’ll just remember
all these lazy summer nights and days.
It’s turning to September.
Whenever I wonder ‘bout the end of things,
and start to ponder ‘bout what life brings,
there’s one thing that I know is true:
My heart is filled with love for you.
COVID keeps on killing.
A background noise. A hum.
Our mind no longer notes it.
The numbers make us numb.
Each morn I light a candle
that will guide us on our way.…
that will lead us through the perils…
and keep us safe each day.
I love See’s Candy.
But, See’s: Move Over!
You’ve got a rival
in Russell Stover.