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Mosquitoes
God designed the darn mosquito,
But the reason’s nothing we know.
Seems their less than epic purpose
Is to bite our epidermis.
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The Left’s Vision
for Future Transportation
From much of what is heard today
It seems that there are forces,
Whose discontent will not allay
Until we’re back on horses.
Concurrently they’d push laws down
That all the horse poop seen,
On city streets cannot be brown
But must, of course, be green.
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New Friends
No one ever
Lacks camaraderie
After they have
Won the lottery.
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Russel Winick recently started writing poetry after ending a long legal career. He resides in Naperville, Illinois.
Russel, you are quite right about transportation. There was a brief time when bicycles and broccoli were all the rage, but broccoli turned out to be deficient in providing energy for cyclists AND in changing the color of waste matter. Now you foresee the difficulties with horses. Keep up the thinking!
Broccoli does seem like a longshot in that regard. Thanks Margaret!
Thank you, Russel, for some fun laughs.
My pleasure, Cynthia!
Russel, these three poetry jewels are oh so true and very cleverly done. I enjoyed them very much.
Thank you Norma, for the kind words. I’m so glad you liked them!
Thank you I enjoyed reading all three.
New Friends , so much implied in a few words.
It brought to mind something I read elsewhere
Money can’t buy happiness but poverty buys nothing at all !
The eternal conundrums of life?
So it seems, Mia. Thank you for sharing your warm thoughts.
With wit like yours, you must sometimes feel you will die laughing while in the process of turning it into verse.
You’re very kind, but actually I always worry about whether anyone else would be amused.