A QUIET THANKSGIVING

It's going to be a quiet Thanksgiving.

But that's all right--that's okay.

Caution now means better chances

Of seeing a future Thanksgiving Day.

 

Yes, it's sad that COVID-19

Happens to be our current reality.

But hopefully within a year,

We will see a return to normality.

 

Now with COVID numbers rising

And hospitals filling, it's getting scary.

To get the pandemic under control,

A bit of prudence is necessary.

 

There can still be turkey roasting,

Gravy simmering, potatoes boiling,

And homemade pumpkin pie beckoning…

And I'll be in the kitchen toiling.

 

The situation's not ideal,

But we'll get through this; we'll make do,

FaceTiming our family

And having Thanksgiving dinner for two.

-by Bob B (11-22-20)

What It's Really About

THIS poem is not about Trump.

It's not about his rise and fall.

It’s not about his constant lying.

It’s not about his fantasy wall.

 

It’s not about understanding

The reasons people still support him.

It’s not about the unscrupulous

Members of Congress who still court him.

 

It’s not about his insidious

Attempts to challenge a fair election.

It’s not about the insecure

Manner in which he handles rejection.

 

It’s not about his passion for

Conspiracy theories and made-up "facts."

It’s not about the far-right extremists

And crazy fringe groups he attracts.

 

It’s not about how he took

A great nation and in four years

Tore it apart and left it in shambles

And then whined, expecting cheers.

 

It’s not about his overwhelming

Hypocrisy and how he became—

Because of his moral bankruptcy—

Someone who sullied his very own name.

 

It’s not about his nepotism,

Corruption, cover-ups, or affairs,

Or how he cares LESS about us

And MORE about his stock market shares.

 

It’s not about how he mishandled

A deadly pandemic—par for the course—

By listening to quacks and ignoring the experts,

And as people died, he showed no remorse.

 

What the poem's about is when

Conspiracy theories lose their appeal,

Then and only at that time

Will the nation be able to heal.

-by Bob B (11-18-20)

A Cornered Rat

Back a rat into a corner

And you will find without a doubt

That it becomes surprisingly vicious

As it angrily lashes out.

 

So if that is your plan of attack,

Heed the warning: be prepared!

Be sure you have the tools you need;

And, above all, don’t be scared.

 

The best thing to do would be

To stop the problems before they begin.

Be certain that your house is secure

So that no rats can find their way in.

 

Check the foundation; walk around

And fix whatever the structure lacks.

Don't let the vermin sneak inside

By making darn sure there aren't any cracks.

 

You can put your house in order.

Consider how much you will have gained.

But don't forget to be vigilant:

A dwelling has to be maintained.

A strong, secure house is the best

Protection against dangerous pests.

Then you can live in relative peace.

At least that is what wisdom suggests.

-by Bob B (11-9-20)

Good-bye, Donald!

(This poem can be sung to the tune of Jerry Herman's song "Hello, Dolly!")

 

Good-bye, Donald!

Yes, good-bye, Donald.

You are going to have to leave the White House soon.

And when you leave, Donald,

Do not grieve, Donald.

For you all right, the timing might

Be inopportune.

We always knew, Donald.

It's so true, Donald.

You were never qualified to lead this land.

You made a mess, Donald--

Caused nothing but distress, Donald.

That is one thing we'll never understand.

 

Good-bye, Donald!

Time is nigh, Donald.

Will you now return to what you did before?

Whom will you scam, Donald,

As you scram, Donald?

Perhaps you think you're in the pink,

But we're keeping score.

Hey, outside your gate there,

Agents now wait there.

So what happens next there's no way to foretell.

One thing we know, Donald:

You have now got to go, Donald.

Will you be tweeting from a prison cell?

-by Bob B (11-7-20)