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Dogs and Cats of Ohio

Dogs and Cats of Ohio

I heard they’re eating pets in Ohio,

Dogs and cats to name a few,

And if they’re not available,

Rabbits, rodents, and rats will do.

I heard the town was Springfield,

Where Bart Simpson is said to live.

Pest control went to his door

And asked, “What the hell gives?”

Bart said he knew nothing of it.

Then he belched and he sighed.

In the back, a bearded Vance

Held up a held up a cat: “Have you tried?”

BK Junior descended to town

With his wild frontier show.

Left a dead bear in the park

So everybody would know.

Then a felon feeling compelling

Tried to put Fear upon the stage.

But being foretold he was too old

Donning a fool’s errand rage.

And the beast it did consume him

In its ever-pitiless way

And once the beast had self eaten.

Not even a cat could find a stray.

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#091124 #dogs #cats #ohio #poem #political #satire #maga #felondon #september #wednesday #davidebooker #meme #2024

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“Latte-dah”

Latte-dah

Summer is over, so Starbucks declares, /

bringing forth their fall pumpkin wares. /

Temperatures still roiling across the US. /

When they will break is anybody’s guess. /

Hurricanes hit California and other coasts, /

but Iced Pumpkin Cream Chai Latte Starbucks boasts. /

It may be 69 days until Halloween /

but this declaration seems self-serving and a bit obscene.

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“Tiger lily”

Tiger lily

No, Mr. Baker,

it is not an

invasion.

It’s a Tiger lily.

The invasion comes

a few days

later

with beer and

outdoor cooking.

That’s when

the aliens

—grill your meat

—light your fireworks

—conflagrate and celebrate

your auto-da-fe future.

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#humor #poem #poetry #satire #tigerlily #flower #alien #invasion #auto-da-fe #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #photo #June #Wednesday #062823 #2023

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“Rhymes with orange”

Rhymes with orange

He bickers and whines. /

One is eight or nine. /

One wears a red tie.

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#poem #haiku #davidebooker #poetry #poet #writing #writer #may #saturday #2019 #orange #redtie #child #whines #bickers #trump #photo #050419

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“Headlines”

Headline

Happy Mother’s Day! /

Early Detection Saves Lives. /

My mother’s or mine?

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#haiku #poem #poetry #newspaper #headline #poor_placement #satire #mothersday #davidebooker

#may #sunday #2021 #050821

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“One Percenter Blues”

One Percenter Blues

My Merc is great

My cup holders rate

My seats auto warm

My bunions and corns.

I got the one percenter blues.

My maid’s an alien

Her English is failin’

I keep explainin’

That her taxes are makin’ her

One of these one percenter blues.

I got our money

All sweet as golden honey

My life is plu-sunny

For me and my rare bunny.

I got the one percenter blues.

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#poem #poetry #poet #cartoon #blues #rhyming #satire #nichemarket #humor #money #alien #taxes #honey #davidebooker #zits #november #113019

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“Tunashamed”

Tunashamed

Yes, I have been tunashamed.

They descended upon me like ranchers with mange.

They said stop eating that fish, you fool.

Beef’s the only golden rule.

A burger now, a meatloaf later.

Or you’ll be eating exotic gater.

A steak to the heart is the way to go.

This even a vampire knows.

An eye of round, a pound of chuck.

Such cuts of beef will bewitch your luck.

Tender as a filet mignon

Can warm your loins when the nights are long.

No deer, no rabbit, no pheasant will do

When you make a manly stew.

Yes, I have been tunashamed.

I wear the sticker; I can’t complain.

I must do my penance now,

So that later I can eat the cow.

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#satire #poem #rhyming #beef #tuna #shamed #tunashamed #borrowedohoto #davidebooker #september #thurdsday #090822

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“No popcorn, no pets”

No popcorn, no pets

No popcorn, no pets,

No baseball, no regrets,

Rapture to heaven

Is no Seven / Eleven.

No Slushies, no Mars bars,

No pizza, no beer bars.

In heaven, the best

Beat their bloody chests

And sing hosanna

At the absence of fauna.

Nothing to make you sneeze

As you fall to your knees.

Fluffy’s on Earth

About to give birth

And if you want us to care,

Put your money there

On the web site line,

So Fluffy will be fine.

When to heaven you go

But your pets are a no-no,

We will watch them with love

While you’re in heaven above.

We atheists who remain

Or Hindus or Jaynes,

Or Jews or Buddhists

Or even the occasional nudist,

We will take care of your pets

So you’ll have no regrets,

No guilt on your soul,

Because you will know

Your Fuffy is fine

As long as your dimes shine.

070922

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Haiku and photo: “Headline”

Headline

Happy Mother’s Day! /

Early Detection Saves Lives. /

My mother’s or mine?

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#haiku #poem #poetry #newspaper #headline #poor_placement #satire #mothersday #davidebooker

#may #sunday #2021

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Poem and photo – The mayor taped

The mayor taped

I saw the mayor taped to the door. /

His mug was one you couldn’t ignore. /

He promised a meet and greet; /

Then a rasslin’ match to complete. /

I don’t know if I’ll attend. /

Such events do tend to offend. /

While politics can be rough, /

Forearm smashes are beyond enough. /

Seeing bodies thrown around, /

Will make me wonder if Cas Walker’s back above ground. /

Maybe I prefer a bit less sham, /

With politicians to be less ham, /

To save the pork for the table, /

And work for the good of all available.

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