Haiku Trio
January 6th, 2025No Rest For The Weary? (Limerick)
January 4th, 2025Some assert, “There’s no rest for the weary,”
A bleak proverb that makes many teary.
And yet I can attest
That a multi-bar rest
Tends to make bleary oboists cheery.
Happy New Year!
January 1st, 2025
Bus Tour Blues (Limerick and Haiku)
December 29th, 2024Poetry prompts are big on Bluesky. And one of them (the word “tour”) inspired me to write about something I’ve never written about before: touring with the Dallas Symphony way back in 1970.
So here’s both a limerick and a haiku about that experience.
Just imagine an orchestra tour
Via a bus. It was tough to endure:
Two long months on the road,
Bad hotels, our abode…
And no Net, so for boredom, no cure!
Traveled via bus
on 2-month orchestra tour–
Played oboe … and chess.
My Wordy Admission (Limerick)
December 27th, 2024I’ll admit it: I’m one of those nerds
Who enjoy learning obsolete words,
Like “forswunk” which (I’m told)
Means exhausted. I’m old
And yes being forswunk’s for the birds.
Holiday Haiku
December 26th, 2024Happy holidays to everyone!
Just Wondering (Limerick)
December 25th, 2024With the ceaseless review of elections,
Pompous discourse, post-mortem reflections
Upon who has been bloodied,
Has anyone studied
The impact (with stats) on erections?
Happy “National Eggnog Day” (Haiku)
December 24th, 2024
Limerick Ode To “National Short Person Day”
December 22nd, 2024It is “National Short Person Day,”
So I can’t resist shouting “Hooray!”
On a good day, I’m just
Five foot zero, and lust
For more height. (But my ruler says “Nay!”)
Our NYC Solstice (Limerick)
December 21st, 2024Old Man Winter’s arrived. We got snow.
But it wasn’t a terrible blow;
Just an inch (maybe two)
Graced New York, right on cue,
With its glistening view, all aglow.
It’s “Stupid Toy Day” Oh Boy! (Limerick)
December 16th, 2024Happy “Stupid Toy Day,” which is celebrated on December 16.
This short verse might sound sexist to some,
So I risk being told I am dumb:
I think men (“grown-up” boys)
Are more prone to like toys
That are daft. (Oy, I should have kept mum.)
Happy Birthday, Beethoven! (Limerick and Haiku)
December 16th, 2024It’s December 16, the birthday of one of my favorite composers, Ludwig van Beethoven. And to celebrate, I’ve written both a limerick and a haiku:
Since it’s Beethoven’s birthday, please laud
All his great compositions. Applaud!
And don’t ask me to choose
Which is best. I’d need booze!
And there’s no room for boos when I’m awed.
*****
Cacophonic sounds
often spewed by symphonies–
Bring back Beethoven!
Don’t Tease Me With Tea! (Limerick)
December 15th, 2024Today (December 15) is International Tea Day. (It’s also celebrated on May 21.)
Cappuccino’s my drink. Please, no tea!
Don’t bring green, black, or white. Leave me be!
No, I DON’T long for oolong.
I KNOW not to brew long.
Happy “Tea Day” to all, except ME!
Celebrating “Screwdriver Day” (Limerick)
December 14th, 2024Today (December 14) is “National Screwdriver Day.”
It is “Screwdriver Day” — not the tool,
But the cocktail. So go ahead — drool.
Never tried one? You should!
It’s surprisingly good.
Just ignore those who claim it ain’t cool.
She Told Me So (Limerick)
December 1st, 2024“It’s ‘I Told You So Day,’” someone told me.
“A new verse would be nice,” she cajoled me.
But I’ve searched long and hard,
And her info is marred!
So she suckered this bard, when she sold me.
Computer Insecurity (Limerick)
November 30th, 2024Happy Computer Security Day!
It’s Computer Security Day.
Do you feel like you’re safe? I’ll bet NAY!
Thieves with bots? There are many
Who’re after each penny.
You don’t use your antennae? Oy Vey!
Thanksgiving Reflections (Limerick)
November 28th, 2024’24 has been tough! That’s no jive.
(Trump’s election sure gets no high-five!)
On a personal note,
Hubby Mark gets my vote…
And I’m thankful we’re both still alive.
Word Of The Year
November 27th, 2024
Spurning Sardines (Limerick)
November 24th, 2024After learning that today is National Sardines Day, I felt compelled to pen this limerick:
How I loathe the vile smell of sardines.
It’s far worse than the farts caused by beans.
When my spouse grabs a can
Of those critters… oh, man,
I must flee, lest I sully my jeans.
