On Hiatus

I have not been diligent in writing for this blog;

Used to do a lot of rhymes but it became a slog.

It's no fun to rhyme about what's going on out there.

America is in a crisis...  I am in despair.

I'd thought Donald Trump an aberration - just a fluke -

Now I see he isn't, and that makes we want to puke.

He attacks the very things that made this country great;

Demonizing every Democratic candidate.

His base loves him for it; they adore his Twitter rants...

Echoing his ugly sentiments in racist chants.

Maybe Trump's just cynical and it's his strategy

But the fact it's working for him is depressing me.

I feel like a dummy 'cause I never understood

How it is that people, even in my neighborhood,

Here, in Chelmsford, Massachusetts, are supporting Trump...

My faith in humanity has gone into a slump.

'though I've tried, repeatedly, to see the other side;

Put aside how often his Administration's lied,

Watched a lot of FOX and Friends for what they had to say,

I found myself overwhelmed...  I've had to step away.

Kitchen Reno - Day 28

Hi...  I know it's been awhile and - no...  I haven't died

Renovations mean that there is no place left inside

That is not a cluttered mess... We need a Sherpa guide

Just to find our way upstairs (Okay.  Perhaps I lied.)

It could be the fumes from all the paint that we've applied

Or that workmen everywhere leave me nowhere to hide.
 Now the rhyming circuits in my brain are all but fried.

It's too loud to concentrate.  I haven't even tried.

If you came here looking for new rhymes and were denied,

Please forgive this interruption. Here, where I reside

Major renovations are a pretty bumpy ride;

There's been so much going on I've let my blogging slide.

I Respectfully Disagree

 A most excellent blog. (Photo: Courtesy of/Infidel753)

There's a blog I like to read; a recent topic: Greece

And how its new government announced that it will cease

Efforts at austerity imposed by the E.U.

Author felt that was the sanest thing the Greeks could do.

Mounting unemployment; their economy's a wreck...

Greeks feel like the E.U.'s hung a noose around their neck.

Article blames Germany (who finances the debt)

But, though I respect this blogger - whom I've never met,

That seems too simplistic to me; see the Germans' side.

Why are they responsible for stopping Greece's slide?

Germans work and save and squeeze a Deutschmark 'til it squeaks;

They don't want to finance better lifestyles for the Greeks.

Puts the German Chancellor, Frau Merkel, in a bind;

Can't ignore her voters or they'd fire her behind.

I agree austerity is not the way to go

But, do I believe it's fair to blame the Germans? No.

Have Yourselves a Merry Christmas

"It's comin' on Christmas; they're cuttin' down trees..."

It's next week and, am I ready for it? Honey, please.

Haven't started decorating, haven't written cards,

Haven't strung a Christmas light (unlike our neighbors's yards.)

I just bought the tree and wreath; they're both completely bare.

Haven't started shopping 'cause it's frightening out there.

I'm supposed to pick our eldest up from Plymouth State;

There's a jack-knifed tractor-trailer on the highway... Great.

You won't see much rhyming from me in the coming days,

(And I bet that you are just as busy anyways)

So, if we don't get the chance again, I'm wishing you

Very Merry Holidays and Happy New Year, too.

Banned, From Boston?

Could it be I'm banned in Russia?  That would be a coup.

It would mean they've noticed all the Putin rhymes I do.

They're not very flattering; I think the man's a thug...

But it seems that someone there has pulled the Iron Plug.

Blogger breaks it down by countries where my rhymes get read

And, until 2 weeks ago - although the U.S. led -

Russia was my second largest audience, by far...

Now there's not a single hit.  They've dropped the Iron Bar.

Maybe Mr. Putin doesn't like it when he's mocked.

Add me to the growing list of other sites he's blocked.

'though I'm only speculating and cannot be certain,

I suspect that Putin has brought down the Iron Curtain.

Dr. Seussilitis Gets A Make-Over

My old background photo did not make for an ideal reading experience.  (Photo/Courtesy of NASA)

 

Frequent readers of this blog might notice something strange.

My old format had a glitch...  I had to make a change.

Several people told me that they couldn't read the words.

Since it's hard enough to find news-junky rhyming nerds,

Once I learned the problem, with no clue on how to fix it,

Realized the easiest solution was to nix it.

Had to change the background from a field of starry blue.

Chose to keep it simple and forego my lovely view.

Other than the look of things, there's not a lot that's changed.

I still like to rhyme the news so, clearly, I'm deranged.

But I'm also grateful to those readers who took time

Making me aware they couldn't see the things I rhyme.

'though this rhyming bug means I would write them anyway,

Knowing people take the time to read them makes my day.

Hope I've solved the problem and you'll have another go.

If there's still an issue with the blog, please let me know.

Summertime, and This Living Ain't Easy

In the summer, other things preoccupy my mind;

Then this Dr. Seussilitis blog becomes a grind.

Seems a rhyme about the news won't come as easily

When I've gone to parties and awaken queasily.

Posts become sporadic with vacation almost here...

(We're returning to The Lookout, where we stayed last year.)

Boys are home, we're busy, and tomorrow is the 4th,

Then we're in a tournament with golfing friends up North.

Looking back, I see this current trend is nothing new.

Last year, in the summer, I had other things to do.

Thus, I make no promises that I'll be up to date

Or that rhymes I do get to are gonna be that great.

Hope that you'll bear with me 'cause my record also proves

In the Fall, when life slips into its accustomed grooves,

I'll get back to politics - for me they're like a drug -

But, in summer, my brain starts behaving like a slug.

Dr. Seussilitis - Blogger and Ad(Non)Sense

Sometimes I am just amazed by ads that Blogger shows.

If they'd ever read my rhymes they'd know that I oppose

More than half the candidates or issues that they pick...

Ads are on my blog that I would never choose to click.

Like if you hate Roe v. Wade. Click here to send us cash.

Help us to continue buying ads and talking trash.

Click if you like Romney...  Over here if you like Brown;

Here if you would like to run Obama out of town.

I support Obama.  I'm a fan of Roe v. Wade.

Think that Google's AdSense screening gets a failing grade.

Maybe I should drop the ads because my mother's sworn

My blog had a link that - with one click - took her to porn.

Happy Birthday! Love, Mom.

I remember when he was much, much smaller.

Happy Birthday darlin' boy - You're 17 today,
And I thought I'd use this opportunity to say
Parents hope their children know how much they're truly loved
(Probably forget to say so when you've lately shoved
Your clean clothes back in the wash when cleaning up your room

But, now's not the time to speak of things that make me fume.)
I can still recall - so clearly - that night you were born;
Realized from that day on my heart was truly torn...
Two parts where there once was one (and now, of course, there's 3)
Hope that you'll take care of what you're keeping there for me.
Don't take stupid chances... Make risks you do take count.
Always know we love you an unlimited amount.
Yes, of course you'll make mistakes. You're not the only one;

All around you, evidence that people make them son.
Don't want to control your life.  We're here to help you out...
And, if you are honest, not like either of us shout.
Make the most of all your blessings. Go and seize the day.
!

Mom and Dad and Andrew love you more than we can say.

The One Hundred and Twelfth - Oh, Never Mind.

Maybe summer weather makes jobs easier to shirk?

Hear there's rain in Washington, though;  Congress - Do some work!

Racing towards a fiscal cliff like lemmings to the sea;

Wish they'd learn to work together, 'cause it seems to me

Wait until November; push it to the very end?

We'll all hang together off that fiscal cliff, my friend.

 Hmmm...

Keep up with a daily blog that's focused on the news

Or go out and play some golf? If you were in my shoes

And the day was sunny - about 82 degrees -

What would you decide to do? .... If you'll excuse me please?

I choose to go out and play, then grab a bite to eat.

Much too nice a day... The summer's short but, oh, so sweet.

Race for the White House - The Suspense Isn't Killing Me

Photo credit: USANews.com

 Turnout is expected to be very low today.

Voters know that Romney's it - no matter what they say.

No enthusiasm for him; just don't trust the guy.

That is why Mitt Romney's still continuing to buy

Millions in commercials. 'though the outcome is foretold

Most hard-line conservatives aren't feeling all that sold.

And, it isn't really Newt that Romney's fighting now

(That's right! Newt's still in it - has refused to take a bow.)

 Lately, I'm disgusted with "them"... Not sure who to blame.

Millions of Americans appear to feel the same.

We're all sick of scoring points against the other side;

Can't believe the gap between our views has grown so wide.

Hope the conversation turns to fixing what's gone wrong;

Figuring a way to make the 2 sides get along.

Do not waste our time with stupid stories about dogs...

Give us plans - with details - when you're writing in your blogs.

Cartoon by Drew Sheneman: Tribune Media Services