Nobody 868

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Nobody # 868

Nobody Asked Me But:

Arnie, the Term, was careless with sperm

And in the wrong place left deposit

He made the grade

With the upstairs maid

Though they met in a downstairs closet

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.

William Butler Yeats

TWTWTW (As always, these verses are based on the past week’s highlights – and lowlights. The pictures are from our NOCAL trip.)

Well, yesterday’s come and yesterday’s gone

And you are still here, so am I

With banners unfurled

They can’t end the world

No matter how hard that they try

So many athletes, so little to say

Yet they are filing up space with their tweets

But to read is to know

Their brainwork is slow

And none will ever be Yeats

Some make the same claim ‘bout my rhyming game

I know that’s how sometimes it seems

But hard I try awfully

To always tread softly

When I come close to anyone’s dreams

Dominique Strauss-Kahn likes force

with his sex

Will France now give him the boot

What you must understand

‘Bout this sexual Kahn man

He’s not just a horny old coot

It’s their dirty secret that Al Queda hides

But it’s there ‘though they pray every morn

You can take ‘way my gun

Just don’t mess with my fun

We terrorists are lost without porn

Bibi said no to the 67 truce

That agreement is so very outdated

No settler goes

`Cause everyone knows

Having peace is way overrated

Israel wants peace, Israel wants peace

You don’t know how hard we are trying

But from grandma I heard

An act drowns out a word

So this SOB P.M. is lying

Ron Paul announced that he’s running,

Said his hero is still Annie Rand

Elect me, said he

I’m as selfish as she

And you can count those I’ll help on one hand

Newt loved this country with all of his heart

But he still couldn’t help being bored

So he screwed two or three

As he passionately

Made them stand-ins for the land he adored

The numbers seem quite overwhelming

Yet I don’t want to sound like a crab

To Hollywood’s elite

It seems like a treat

To get in, then get out of rehab

Israel opened fire on the protestors

I suppose they will claim it was God

It just goes to show

What we all didn’t know

Their country’s now lead by Assad

Widow Joyce Carol Oates found words in her heart

To write out her sorrow and pain

But condemn her would some

And call her a bum

Just because she has married again

A comment by Newt for the first time made sense

Which may mean he is out of the race

Said Paul Ryan’s tax plan

Is Utopian grand

And to push it would be out of place

Time out, time out, Newt changed his mind

The man under pressure did cave

He didn’t mean it

The truth now he’s seen it

And to his mouth he will not be a slave

Newt warned the Demos, they better not use

His putdown of that Ryan guy

He says if they do

He’ll stomp with his shoe

And if that doesn’t work he may cry

Most know Donnie Drysdale starred at Van Nuys

But who knows who started behind him

If you chanced a glance

‘Twas the man called Sundance

It was there on that mound you would find him

Michele Bachmann makes some Demos nervous

They see her as nothing but trouble

But sooner or later

They all overrate her

She is nothing but Palin’s stunt double

I’m through being reasonable said Senator Tom

I’m leaving the six-gang today

Coburn’s attack

Said he’ll only come back

If everything’s going his way

It’s not our fault cried the church to the world

If many of our priests are abusers

They were sexually pure

‘Twas cultural manure

That ruined them all into losers

I was reading a Dodgers box score last week

And I couldn’t believe my eyes

There was Guerrier for mirth

And what is a Hawksworth

Who in the heck are these guys

Trip Note

One evening we saw Richard North Patterson (Not James, this is the Patterson who writes his own books) one evening. He was reading and signing at my favorite bookstore, Book Passage, in Corte Madera. His new book, The Devil’s Light, is about al Queda terrorists going nuclear, and he lamented his timing in that his central character, bin Laden is newly dead.

I will finish the book, today. It is terrific.<<<

The best thing I ever ate – coffee cake category.

My wife happens to be the Queen of coffee cakes and to choose one among her many superb ones is almost a sacrilege. But my favorite and the best coffee cake I have ever eaten is her sour cream with cinnamon, and pecan crumbles on top.

(And yes, it is even better than the tiny morning buns at Huckleberry that, if sold by the pound, would probably run a hundred bucks per.)