Sunday Squibs

 

When it drops to minus zero

And all the snowbirds leave

You must slip into your long johns

Change your blood to anti-freeze

People can’t take too much info

Give them few details—three at the most

Let the three add up to the main point

E.g. Father, Son, and Holy Ghost 

Prudery is scorned, but it’s saved us from having to look at a lot of unsavory butts. 

When I see someone typing furiously on their phone I wonder what hash autocorrect is making of their message. 

Consciousness is a mirror 

Showing a face upon which we fawn

The eccentric tilts the mirror 

And sees mirrors that go forever on

As we slowly munch

On old age’s crust

We forget youth’s foods

Which now disgust

You can be an opportunist

You can be a careful planner

Sometimes into your favorite plans

Fate will throw a spanner

With my pants on I can boldly go anywhere in the world. 

With my pants off, I must look both ways before slinking to the guest bathroom.