Down the stairs, Air Force I, bounding fast
BHO, yep, NO handrails; he’d pass
Did he flirt with a day
When broadcasters would say
“Look! The President’s busted his ass”
When all movies are shot in 3-DHorror flicks soar in intensityBut it’s not necessaryTo make them more scaryThey right now frighten hell out of me
When new golf seasons get underway
Nationwide all we players say, YEA
Time to haul out the gear
Fetch a glove, ice some beer
Then this check: Do I have a SICK DAY
Some timely advise for Iron Mike
Who recently fell off his bike:
First, bone up on bike sense
Next go get a license
Add training wheels; THEN cruise the Pike
Surprise, Y’all . . . Believers do rumble
But, hey, it’s not likely they’ll stumble
Nope, their bearings are great
Led by Micah 6:8
“Do justice; Love kindness; Walk humble”
It’s not hard to achieve lofty dreams
When folks go by the Dave Ramsey schemes
Rice and beans, beans and rice
A small food sacrifice
Sets the table for “WE’RE DEBT-FREE!” screams
Our New Branch is no longer missingSPACE FORCE has advanced beyond wishing
So, Bad Guys who’d harm us
Hellbent to disarm us
Can hang out them banners: “GONE FISHING”
College sports might be unionizing
If so this would not be surprising
Say it’s third down and eight
When the tight end says, “Wait;
My jersey-name needs larger sizing!”
To the jokers who started Facebook :
Rats ! I’m constantly taking a look
No time for yard-keeping
Can’t risk shows or sleeping
Might miss a new pic just been took
The newest cars pique and inspire
As standards rise higher and higher
Competition is keen
And the hottest machine . . . . . . .
Chevy Bolt, wow, that model’s on fire
Whether Mom, or Mumsie, or Mother
We build their day up like no other
Gifts and cards and shared time
Tell them, “You are sublime”
But watch out; them kisses can smother
NBC canned the maestro Jay Lenno
No more would he host the Tonight Show
Jimmy Fallon rose fast
But if he doesn’t last
Will Jay – one more time – be the Yo-Yo?
Our world in this worst of pandemicsIs looking for CURES, no gimmicks
Who will zap the damn virus
And thus not require us
To stay home, in masks, and write limericks