The one for whom your heart swoons,
Give them flowers, candy, cards with cartoons.
But do not surprise
By filling the skies:
We’ve shot down too many balloons.
The season is nearly complete.
Americans watch Americans compete.
Football, in this land
Is held in the hand.
Elsewhere football’s handled with feet.
Since my previous cellphone had slumbered
A brand new one now has me encumbered.
Anyone who suspects
I don’t call, I don’t text
May be among the unnumbered.
If I say I’m a Luddite, I’m jokin’.
This morning my cellphone was broken.
I tell you my friends
I am at loose ends,
Seems like hours since I’ve even spoken!
S.O.T.U.: the President’s forum
With Congress and citizens’ quorum.
And sharing the screen
Marjorie Taylor Greene
With no speech, no script, no decorum.
It’s cold here, we’re just cocooning.
Reading news to see what’s worth lampooning.
The best item, I thinks
Is downing hijinks
Like was done with Chinese ballooning.
This arctic blast, can we just please
Send to Florida, their turn to freeze?
The reason we planned this
Is Governor DeSantis
Doesn’t like people with degrees.
Mid-America, midday at full noon
One doesn’t expect a full moon.
Is it checking the weather,
Has it gone off its tether,
Or a Chinese surveillance balloon?
The short order cook almost begs,
Get a patent! This idea has legs!
Bitcoin: weren’t we
Let’s broker virtual eggs!
Tyre Nichols wasn’t home Friday night.
Police fought when he put up no fight.
And only a dullard
Thinks driving while colored
Is as safe as driving while white.