Things are getting weird:
Japanese eels need more friends,
Subways are shut down,
And masks on airplanes.
We need art more than ever…
Solved with a haiku!
Things are getting weird:
Japanese eels need more friends,
Subways are shut down,
And masks on airplanes.
We need art more than ever…
Solved with a haiku!
In Xanadu, Kubla Khan declares
“No more leaving, for the air
That escapes the stricken ones
Is poisonous.” He said this once
Eight weeks ago, or so it seems.
Due to the isolating means
In which we must separate
There is no time. There is no date.
Though good can from staying home
Like restoration of ozone.
Emissions will reduce this year!
From your homes, sing and cheer!
I tell you now, for what it’s worth,
We are helping out our Mother Earth.
Inspired by Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s “Kubla Khan”
Spain,
The hardest hit European country,
Is set to be free!
Liberation
Comes in the form of open
Economy.
With their allies in Italy and France,
Spaniards
Will get the chance
To get haircuts and dance
In the streets once again.
America and Russia
Walk hand-in-hand
From a mission to space.
Back on land
They greet a foreign world—
Alien to them—
Covered in COVID,
In Kazakhstan.
When they last were here,
Two hundred days ago,
Trump wasn’t impeached
Although the whistle blows.
The Steelers pick up their first win
And vaping was a crisis.
That’s the last thing they were here for
Before coronavirus.
Trump heard the WHO
Let >100,000 people die
Due to COVID-19.
This is How the Grinch Trump Stole Christmas WHO funding:
He said to.
It’s not funny.
Oh, the places you’ll go
When you want to win election.
One vote,
Two vote,
Who, though,
Will absentee vote
This November?
The flute flutters a tune as
The poor ol’ Postman
Marches up the driveway
Lugging the loot
For both Willie and Donnie
Only to shoot
Him down.
Donnie deals in illusions
And rejected the package
That would be sure to
Relieve the Postman
Of his aching cough.
But, alas, in front of
Charley and Bernard’s sweat
Donnie yells to the Postman:
“Drop dead!”
It’s a Good Friday
For Dow and oil.
But not so much
For those looking for spoils.
A splurge on the weekend
At the local pub
Has been abandoned
With a quarantine shrug.
But the Saudis and Russians
Will dance through the night
Even if Mexico
Continues the fight.
89 cent gas
Won’t last much longer.
For now let’s pour a gallon out
And chase it with lager.
Election day is finally here!
A day in which to live in fear
For your life or for the vote you cast
You have to choose, you cannot pass.
The Badger State will vote today
As the lonely state that didn’t sway
In its conviction to put lives at risk
As Republicans quickly dismissed
Any chance at vote postponement
Just so Dan Kelly can win appointment
To a court of justices that rejected plea
From Evers for democracy.
Election day is finally here!
Two months too soon with too much fear.
Factory floors are dusted with fog
Of the 30,000 workers’ ghosts
That haunt assembly lines.
Boeing lays off a substantial fraction
Of its production.
United squeezes New York
Amid its hemorrhage
Further forcing swelling
In the inflamed heart of finance.
Markets responded
By swelling as well.
Companies doing their part.