Thursday, June 21, 2018


After a great flood
Ants scurry to excavate
Their homes free of mud.

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

It’s So Nice Out There

I considered changing my mind,
But it was too hard to find.
I’m not sure where it’s gone.
Maybe out on the lawn.

Tuesday, June 19, 2018


Metempsychosis is not
A form of clinical craziness,
The details of how it might work
Are subject to terrible haziness.
But if I come back as a sloth,
Please forgive my laziness.

Monday, June 18, 2018


Could it be more than happenstance
That punishment starts with pun?
Do you think that puns, perchance,
Are the painfullest sort of fun?

Sunday, June 17, 2018

First World Third Place Problems

I did a fun triathlon this morning. They actually let me sign up on Saturday for a triathlon Sunday. Which was great for my procrastinating self. Except, somehow the late signer-uppers didn't have a prepared race-packet at packet-pickup. There was a special procedure for us. Which went wrong somehow. I believe they began by giving me the wrong bib number - giving me somebody else's number. So that at the end of the race, on the computer, when I entered my bib number, I saw my time with a 35-year-old's name.

I tried to get the timing people to correct this. They said they did. But somehow I ended up with my first name misspelled, and still 35 years old. Which put my results in the Male 35-39 age group.

I think - think, mind you - that I took third place in my age group. Just barely. Out of 4 guys in my age group.

This is deeply into the realm of first world problems. In retrospect, I'm thinking I shouldn't have bothered trying to get this straightened out. I probably could have left the race an hour earlier!

It's very flattering, I must say,
When all the hair I have is gray,
To be mis-classified this way.

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

World Cup

I hear there's a world cup of some kind.
Good luck to you all, but I hope you don't mind
If I say that a sport with a ball you can't throw
Simply seems like the wrong way to go.

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Gustave Doré Illustration

In Dante's Hell, there are souls
Whose soles stick out of holes.