False Balance (or, Fun With Amphibrachs!)

Political writing is hard to decipher;
It’s taking some effort—I’m trying!
I note the gymnastics reporters engage in,
Avoiding the phrase “Trump is lying”
They try to play fair; it’s a hopeless endeavor:
“He misrepresents what she’s saying”
The proper translation of Trump’s elocution:
“The Tangerine Jackass is braying!”
Reporters are fighting reflexive defenses—
Which, frequently, Trump can elicit—
But really, his lies need near constant addressing;
By ducking, the press are complicit! [Read more…]

BPCPL

(that is, Bee Pee Sepielle)

By request by Daniel Midgley (wait, *that* Daniel Midgley? Apparently so), a verse about… well, about a rather remarkable photograph. (please do follow the link–I would love to embed the photo, but as a creator of original content, I am becoming a bit of a stickler for credit where it is due; the photographer, Mark Parrott, shouldn’t have his photo spread all over creation without recompense.) The photo shows… well… a bee. Peeing. in flight. It is a remarkable photo, and I really wish I had taken it. I’ve taken scores of pictures of bees, wasps, flies, and the like in my garden, but never an action shot like Parrott’s. [Read more…]

“Mr. Brexit”

Mr. Brexit, tweet me a tweet (bum bum bum bum)
With some strange hashtag, to make it complete (#bum #bum #bum #bum)
Say something special, to show us your thinking (bum bum bum bum)
And make us speculate if you’ve been drinking
Donald, I’m so amused (bum bum bum bum)
But now your latest has left me confused (bum bum bum bum)
Are you trying to get beat?
Mr. Brexit, tweet me a tweet! [Read more…]