For all of us who have had a glass too many this New Year's Eve...

 

DAYMARE

I know this must be just a dream –

The cat’s been eaten by the cream,

A chicken’s made a wishbone wish

And turned a frog into a fish,

The sky has swallowed up the moon –

I only hope I wake real soon,

So pinch me, please!

OUCH!

Goodness sake!

 

(Uh ohhhh …

Oh, NO!

I AM awake!)

 

 

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

 

 



Dear Computers Everywhere~

The Power of the Tron

Said the Big Computer to the Human Computee

“Without me, sir, you must concur, wherever would you be?

I tally all your numbers and I even give advice,

Unlike you, I’m objective and predictably precise.

‘Way down my epicenter, I’ve a calculating brain

That can compile, compute, compound, expound, explore, explain.

Oh, don’t you wish you had my wits, if only an iota,

For I’ve more news than I can use. I’m programmed to my quota.”

And on and on it carried on, continuing to scoff

Until the Human Computee reached down and turned it OFF.

And now The Big Computer sits there idle all the day,

Without a boasting, bragging, calculating thing to say,

While on the chair, beside it there, the Human Factor lingers,

Computing trig and calculus by counting on its fingers,

And when its used its fingers up, it can simply transpose

And still deduce, deduct, add up, by counting on its toes!

Take heed, you Mighty IBMs, and other pedigrees,

Before you get too taken with your capabilities –

You may have stores of knowledge;
you may be an Alpha Tron,

But it’s the Human Digit

ultimately turns you ON.

Silly Prose for Nose and Toes

This New Years poem makes more sense
after a few glasses of champagne ;)

Silly Prose for Nose and Toes

Here’s my nose!

Here’s my toes!

Each grows where

they ought to grows -

one at top,

ten at the bottom -

glad I got ‘em

where I got ‘em!

 But suppose

I had ten toes

where I should grow

only nose,

would I have to

blow my toes?

Could I tiptoe

on my nose?

Or wear sneakers

with each lace

tied up all

around my face?

And if I

should try ballet

could my nose

do a pliė?

What if I

should run a race,

could my nose

keep up the pace?

 

And if I won,

d’you suppose

they’d say I

won by a nose?