Yearly Archives: 2020
Happy Birthday סבתא
Happy Birthday
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We all need protein you see, It’s good for you, it’s good for me, To us, it comes in frozen bags, Cleaned, and cut and free of bugs. We don’t touch it if its sticky, Not everyone can be so picky. If protein supplies are low, They eat it all from tip to toe. Throat and tongue, the hoofs and spleen, It matters little if it’s clean. In such a market far in Hunan A virus transferred to a human. From the morass in a bat’s ass It upgraded to business class What started as a local epic, Would fast become a world pandemic. On January the twenty-first By February, it was onshore, In March we had some food brought in, Passover showed up in April, August came, Yeela flew back, November came and turned a corner. |
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Happy New Year 2020 שנה טובה
A Tale of Light and Darkness
…and there was a thick darkness in all the land וַיְהִי חֹשֶׁךְ-אֲפֵלָה בְּכָל-אֶרֶץ קליפורניה
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And Imma said: ‘Let there be lights in rooms to divide the day from the night’ | יְהִי מְאֹרֹת בִּתיקרה, לְהַבְדִּיל, בֵּין הַיּוֹם וּבֵין הַלָּיְלָה וַיְהִי-כֵן |
And so it was
Maya
Summer Visitors
AMI Lobbying
Where Has The Jacuzzi Gone
May 2020
Happy Birthday יום הולדת שמח
Dr Seuss on Corona
The two of us are in our house
My wife and I, me and my spouse
The dawns and dusks are so romantic
But the mood is much too frantic
We stay apart; we can’t come near
Until the virus disappears.
We are mature; we are not callow
There are instructions we must follow
We ordered masks from Israel
To walk the streets of Sunnyvale
We social distance as we hike
We do not want the graph to spike.
We check our Covid every day
We drink a mix of greens and hay
‘It tastes like bile,’ I used to say
She’d hand it to me anyway
‘But I cannot get used to Kale; it’s absolutely terrible!’
‘If you can taste it – you are well.’
By now, there is a better test
It’s based on smell – it is the best
It is the smell of baking bread
I can chew it without dread
‘How come we didn’t think of this before?’
‘Look at the scale, you’ll ask no more.’
The scale presents objective measures
It holds its ground when under pressure
The scale keeps track of every slice
It’s digital, and it’s precise
I have put on a curve of lard
to flatten it will be quite hard.
There is a pool across the fence
at our daughter’s residence.
‘It has no heater; it is cold;
I’m not that bold; I’m much too old.’
I sway in prayer, but alas –
Our Lord, don’t do the same trick twice.
It’s no surprise that I can float
I have had two months to bloat
I pull and kick and breathe and all
I hope to make it to the wall
Yet when I get there, I feel strong
Thank God the pool is only eight yards long.