. A Modernization of “To His Coy Mistress” You say we should some years delay The coming of our wedding day, But God commanded us to try To fruitful be and multiply. To make new life, we cannot shirk; The night shall come, when none can work. Just as she cannot grow more legs, A baby girl has all her eggs; In adolescence they will start To walk onstage and then depart, And monthly one by one they pass Like sand grains in an hourglass, And once the time onstage is missed, One soul for Heaven won’t exist. That we may strive to give them life, Come with me now and be my wife. . . TV Bubble I passed three houses in a row, The men like snakes charmed by the game. The windows I jogged past would show The footage on each screen the same. One picture hung in many a mind, __And here I’ve just one trouble: Since I don’t watch, I’ve been maligned __As “living in a bubble!” . . Shoulders of Giants I’m standing up high on the shoulders of giants Where I can see farther than many a man I reach down my hand to lift up some new clients They tell me they’re happy down where they began I swing to new giants and climb on their shoulders Ever ascending through year after year, Searching the heights for some fellow beholders To find me a wife and to raise children here. We’ll teach them to follow us higher and higher And see things so few eyes have gazed on before And strive all our days to pursue that desire Till we disembark on the heavenly shore! . . Joshua C. Frank works in the field of statistics and lives near Austin, Texas.