This is a note to tell you
that Wall Street has taken away
the things I really needed:
my workshop, my reindeer, my sleigh.
I now make my rounds on a jackass;
he’s old and crippled and slow.
So, if you don’t see me come Christmas,
I’ll be out on my ass in the snow.
Santa mounts a new challenge.
[Editor’s note: original appeared in Dec. 2012, but brought back because it still applies. And because I can.]
Filed under cartoon by author, Christmas, poetry, Santa Claus, satire
Some secrets just can’t be kept locked away.
Filed under cartoon by author, CarToonsday
by DAVID E. BOOKER
I will not put her in a box
I will not use one with a lock.
I will not bury her beneath the blocks
nor stuff her in the freezer with the lox.
I will not ship her far, far away.
I said I won’t, no, no not today.
But my patience is running thin
and should she try it, yet once again…
I will not be responsible for what I do.
My five-year-old could do it to you, too.
Return postage not included.
Filed under cartoon by author, poetry by author, Silly Saturday
The writing is sometimes on the wall.
Filed under cartoon by author, CarToonsday
Sometimes the odd (and even) pages are stacked against you.
Filed under cartoon by author, CarToonsday
Some ideas take flight; others don’t.
Filed under cartoon by author, CarToonsday
The sequestration of the imagination.
Filed under cartoon by author, CarToonsday
Looking for the next best thing.
Filed under cartoon by author, CarToonsday
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