Before Cars Were Computers

Rewatched My Cousin Vinnie
On flight across Atlantic.
Who knew that positraction
Could sound so darned romantic?

At the Reconstructed Globe

The original Globe Theatre,
Was a three-thousand seater.
Except... they couldn’t all sit.
One third of them had to stand.
They say the smell was bad,
But, oh, the words were grand.

Ruffly Speaking

How did this sort of collar
Ever become a fashion to follar?

Last Night

Loud screaming baby
On flight out of town -
Kid, could you maybe
Just settle down?
All of that yelping
Of sorrowful blues
Isn’t much helping
My efforts to snooze.

Saw One In The Neighborhood

I think it would be noyce
To have my own Rolls Royce.
I wouldn’t let it roll
For fear it might get stole.
Instead I’d let it lodge
Secure in my garage!

Serial Disappointment

I watched Battle Star Gallactica
All the way to its awkward end,
So if you followed Game of Thrones,
I feel for you, my friend.

Migration Time

I saw this scarlet tanager
With feathers of red and black.
I offered to be its manager
But it would not answer back.

Neighborhood Effect

One of the best things about having a daughter
Who lives three blocks away
Is that I can visit my granddaughter
Almost every day.

Etymology Enigma

In Latin nunc means now.
In Spanish nunca means never.
That make sense - exactly how?
I’ll just say: Whatever!

Nonhuman

My dog works hard to insure that she gets
Her fair share of pets.

There she goes,
With canine command,
Nudging her nose
Into my hand.

Second Sunday in May

My role has been that of a dad,
But I’m awfully glad
That some people are mothers too,
And if one those people is you,
I just want to say
Enjoy your day.

Concrete Criticism

I bought a garden troll
For my flower bed.
He jumped right into his role.
“Your tulips suck,” he said.

GOT Latte

Film is a beautiful art,
So remember to pick up
Your Starbucks cup
Before the cameras start.

Spare Parts

Where do you take a dog who loses his tail? A re-tailer!
And if you think that joke’s a failure,
I’ve got one more.
Where do you go if you lose a hand? A second-hand store!

While Walking a Baby

You can see the thing as pointless I suppose -
This thing that we call life, this act of being.
But when you’re in the middle of its throes
It seems to BE the point - no disagreeing.

You can argue whether babies should be born,
You can say it would be better if they weren’t,
But surely such a world sounds forlorn,
A future without passion, ashen, burnt.

The beauty all around us is so real,
It pulls us forward in the dizzying dance.
What makes it all worthwhile is the feel
Of riding through it while you’ve got the chance.