The first day of spring rarely seems spring-like. Of all the creatures seasons bring I love the frozen birds of spring Their frigid talons clutch the trees They work to bend their icy knees They set their snowy, arctic eyes to sing an ode to slushy skies. Though winter lingers far too long They… Continue reading The Frozen Birds of Spring
Here’s a Super Bowl poem from Trail Baboon’s rhyming poet laureate, Schulyer Tyler Wyler. A common question on the Monday after the world’s largest remaining Roman Numeraled Event is “Did you watch the Super Bowl?” I suggested that phrase as a title for the poem, and told STW he could come up with the rest… Continue reading Super Rhyme XLVII
In 2012, a small number of people earned their helping of scorn by claiming the Mayan calendar foretold the end of the world on December 21st - 12/21/12. On December 22nd, I posted this poem - yet another look at "The Night Before Christmas," a favorite thing I have often stolen and re-worked. I have… Continue reading ‘Twas a Miscalculation
Every so often, a huge lottery jackpot comes along and millions decide to disregard math for a little private entertainment. What would I do with 100 million, 500 million, or a billion dollars? A strong argument can be made that winning a huge lottery jackpot is much more damaging than not winning one. And if… Continue reading Powerball Prayers
The news in the fall of 2011 from the European Organization for Nuclear Research (CERN), Large Hadron Collider near Geneva and the Gran Sasso National Laboratory in Italy that they have measured particles traveling faster than the speed of light was certainly an exciting, puzzling development. The thought that something, anything, could travel faster than light,… Continue reading Ready, Set, Go!
It was a blustery fishing opener in 2011 when Minnesota's Democratic Governor (Mark Dayton) and the Republican leaders of the House (Kurt Zellers) and Senate (Matt Dean) got together to support the state's tourism effort by going out just after midnight to not catch any fish. Although the three were not alone in the same… Continue reading Three Men in a Boat
We may be broke dollar-wise, but we’re rich in potholes! Let’s celebrate our wealth with some appropriate limericks. There was a pothole in Cloquet That was always, somehow, in the way. When your car took its pounding The noise was astounding And bolts were seen rolling away. A pothole in Inver Grove Heights Was replete… Continue reading Pothole Poems