Wednesday, February 16, 2011

I didn’t mean to libel
It was just a case of bad grammar
When I said, “get used”
You saw “get sued”
And now we have a case
Bordering on Madoff proportions.

To be fair
It won’t be the first time
The TSA at Logan
Are confronted with a whale
Of a suit.

It’s just that the plaintiff’s protests
Have always been beaten
By an arsenal of attorneys.

What now can we do?
The metaphorical gun’s to our head.
At this point, I’d rather keep singing to the world
Even if it means our case will end up dead.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Watson, I think our budget is in jeopardy.
We better line up the suspects
And throw away the key.

We can pretend we’re playing wall-ball
Just get me a Spaulding,
We’ll forget about economics
When our behinds are scalding.

Or bring out the dog-and-pony show
And converse with the contestants,
Talk as much as you like,
Maybe we’ll win awards for being hesitant.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Maybe on Tuesdays
I’ll just post doodles.
Or on slow news days
I’ll just sing carols.

Sometimes a muse will dry
Like tundra or a Midwest well.
But as long as I don’t watch TV
My symptoms won’t be fatal.

So now I’ll think of food
Like Swedish fish or Jimmy Dean.
If that doesn’t lift my mood,
I’ll think of my queen.