A Trivia Quiz About the Dark Ages

The above illustration is a painting by Andrea di Bartolo di Bargilla, from around 1450 CE, depicting Petrarch: an Italian scholar who conceived in the 1330s, the idea of a European “Dark Age,” as compared to the light of classical antiquity, or the period of cultural history between the 8th century BCE and the 6th century CE.

As mentioned in the last entry, due to the fact that I’m being too lazy to rack my brain for a new tirade—this heat wave has got me down—here’s an old trivia quiz that floated around by e-mail about fifteen years ago for your entertainment.

I’m sure anyone younger than the baby-boomer generation will not know what these questions are all about, and consider it “Old School,” or ancient history from the dark ages. Maybe some of the Gen-Xers might be able to answer a few. Don’t cheat by Googling the answers. I’ll be posting them in the near future.

OK, get your thinking caps on. Here we go:

  1. What builds strong bodies 12 ways?
    a. Flintstones Vitamins
    b. The Buttmaster
    c. Spaghetti
    d. Wonder Bread
    e. Orange Juice
    f. Milk of Magnesia
    g. Cod Liver Oil
  2. Before he was Muhammad Ali, this man’s name was:
    a. Sugar Ray Robinson
    b.Roy Orbison
    c. Gene Autry
    d. Rudolph Valentino
    e. Fabian
    f. Mickey Mantle
    g. Cassius Clay
  3. Pogo, the comic-strip character, said, “We have met the enemy and…
    a. It’s you.
    b. He is us.
    c. It’s the Grinch.
    d. He wasn’t home.
    e. He’s really mean.
    f. We quit.
    g. He surrendered.
  4. Good night, David;
    a. Good night, Chet.
    b. Sleep well.
    c. Good night, Irene.
    d. Good night, Gracie.
    e. See you later, Alligator.
    f. Until tomorrow.
    g. Good night, Steve.
  5. You’ll wonder where the yellow went,
    a. When you use Tide.
    b. When you lose your crayons.
    c, When you clean your tub.
    d. If you paint the room blue.
    e. If you buy a soft-water tank
    f. When you use Lady Clairol.
    g. When you brush your teeth with Pepsodent.
  6. Before he was the Skipper’s little buddy, Bob Denver was Dobie’s friend:
    a. Stuart Whitman
    b. Randolph Scott
    c. Steve Reeves
    d. Maynard G. Krebbs
    e. Corky B. Dork
    f. Dave the Whale
    g. Zippy Zoo
  7. Liar, liar…
    a. You’re a liar.
    b. Your nose is growing.
    c. Join the choir.
    d. Jump up higher.
    e. Pants on fire.
    f. On the wire.
    g. I’m telling Mom.
  8. In Metropolis, Superman fought a never-ending battle for Truth, Justice, and…
    a. Wheaties
    b. Lois Lane
    c. TV Ratings
    d. World Peace
    e. Red Tights
    f. The American Way
    g. News Headlines
  9. Hey, Kids, what time is it?
    a. It’s time for Yogi Bear.
    b. It’s time to do your homework.
    c. It’s Howdy Doody Time.
    d. It’s time for Romper Room.
    e. It’s bedtime.
    f. Mickey Mouse Club Time
    g. Scooby-Doo Time
  10. Lions and tigers and bears…
    a. Yikes
    b. Oh no
    c. Gee whiz
    d. I’m scared
    e. Oh, my
    f. Help, help
    h. Let’s run.
  11. Jack Weinberg, best known for his influence during the Free Speech Movement at the University of California, Berkely, advised us to never trust anyone…
    a. Over 40.
    b.Wearing a uniform.
    c. Carrying a briefcase.
    d. Over 30.
    e. You don’t know.
    f. Who says, “Trust me.”
    g. Who eats tofu.
  12. NFL quarterback who appeared in a television commercial wearing women’s pantyhose:
    a. Troy Aikman
    b. Kenny Stabler
    c. Roger Staubach
    d. Joe Montana
    e, Joe Namath
    f. Steve Young
    g. John Elway
  13. Brylcreem…
    a. Smear it on.
    b. A little dab’ll do ya.
    c. You’ll smell great.
    d. Greaseball heaven
    e. It’s a dream.
    f. Tame that cowlick.
    g. We’re your team.
  14. I found my thrill…
    a. In blueberry muffins.
    b. With my man, Bill.
    c. Down at the mill.
    d. Over the windowsill.
    e. With thyme and dill.
    f. On Blueberry Hill.
    g. Too late to enjoy.
  15. Before Robin Williams, Pete Pan was played by:
    a. Clark Gable
    b. Mary Martin
    c, Doris Day
    d. Errol Flynn
    e. Sally Fields
    f. Jim Carrey
    g. Jay Leno
  16. Name the Beatles:
    a. John, Steve, George, Ringo
    b. John, Paul, George, Roscoe
    c. John, Paul, Stacey, Ringo
    d. Jay, Paul, George, Ringo
    e. Lewis, Peter, George, Bingo
    f. Jason, Betty, Skipper, Hazel
    e. John, Paul, George, Ringo
  17. I wonder, wonder, who, who-oo-oooh, who….
    a. Who ate the leftovers?
    b. Who did the Laundry?
    c. Was it you?
    d. Who wrote the Book of Love?
    e. Who are you?
    f. Passed the test?
    g. Knocked on the door?
  18. I’m strong to the finish…
    a. Cause I eats my broccoli.
    b. Cause I eats me spinach.
    c. Cause I lift weights.
    d. Cause I’m the hero.
    e. And don’t your forget it.
    f. Cause Olive Oyl loves me.
    g. To outlast Bluto.
  19. When it’s least expected, you’re elected; you’re the star today…
    a. Smile, you’re on Candid Camera.
    b. Smile, you’re on Star Search.
    c. Smile you won the lottery.
    d. Smile, we’re watching you.
    e. Smile, the world sees you.
    f. Smile, you’re a hit.
    g. Smile, you’re on TV.
  20. What do M&M’s do?
    a. Make your tummy happy.
    b. Melt in your mouth, not in your pocket.
    c. Make you fat.
    d. Melt your heart.
    e. Make you popular.
    f. Melt in your mouth, not in your hand.
    g. Come in colors.

Answers will follow…

Thanks for playing, and for your continued support.

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Ode to Philly’s Cyclone Alley

Don’t know whether to blame the weather on climate change or not,
That’s a politically sensitive issue like if we should legalize pot;
The left says yes and the right says no,
But does anyone really know which way to go?

Those nasty heat waves have begun in earnest,
I know it’s July, but hate when it feels like the inside of a furnace;
As my mouth gets parched, I start thinking of March,
When the cold weather back then made me wish for summer.

We’ve been getting a lot of tornado warnings lately here in the Delaware Valley;
Strange since this region is not considered a cyclone alley.
Severe-thunderstorm alerts also set off the raucous alarm on my smartphone,
Alerting me to seek shelter from the forthcoming, dangerous storms.

Been living here for almost twenty-five years,
Can’t recall the weather generating so much fear,
Except for an occasional nor’easter or hurricane,
Creating flash flooding from a lot of rain.

Lake Luxembourg Louie

Today I was at Lake Luxembourg,
Visiting the bald eagles whom I especially love;
Was able to get a few shots of Louie, the adult male,
When a severe-thunderstorm warning said to look out for golf ball-sized hail.

The sky turned dark and menacing,
Clouds clustered and winds started racing,
My smartphone blared with that tone usually heard,
When the Emergency Broadcasting System’s test blurbs.

Another warning, this time for a tornado,
Doth the National Weather Service send a whaling;
After packing my camera and tripod, placing them back in the car,
I took off down the road, wanting to get pretty far.

The tempest followed me as I headed away,
Blustery clouds kept coming my way;
Had to stop off for some bread and milk,
Before the storm was about to make everything tilt.

Made it home before the deluge hit,
As I exited the Cooper the rain began to spit,
And then it began to excessively pour,
As I made upstairs to my apartment’s floor.

The wind sounded like a lion’s roar,
The rain pounded against the sliding-glass door;
Lightning flashed and thunder clapped,
While inside my dining room safe and sound I sat.

When I read the safest place to be during a tornado is in the bathtub.

No tornado appeared thank goodness,
Neither did hail make dents in the Cooper;
Hoping for the heat to subside, I checked outside,
But steam rising from the pavement was all I did find.

The humidity is what makes it bad,
Feeling the sweat pouring from my forehead makes me sad;
The perspiration clings clothes to my body,
At my age, that’s the only way I’ll be considered a hottie.

I was going to post an old quiz,
About yesteryear’s trivia and show biz,
But somehow got tangled up with this little rhyme,
Talking about the weather and how it’s sublime.

So I’ll leave it until next week’s tirade,
Unless I’ve got something better about which to rave,
And then we’ll save it for a rainy day,
Not a sunny one when then we should make hay.

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Damned If I Do and Damned If I Don’t

Don’t ever click on a spammer’s unsubscribe link and input your e-mail address to stop the flow of unwanted solicitations. I made that mistake last week with the latest barrage of junk landing in my inbox, and now I’ve been receiving three times as much. Each day seems to get worse.

The spammers are probably selling their unsubscriber’s lists to other unscrupulous loggerheads, knowing they’re viable e-mail addresses. I’m just going to ignore and send them to the recycling bin. Better yet, by holding down “Shift” and “Delete” at the same time, the unwanted messages gets sent back to hyperspace like water molecules getting vaporized into steam, with no need to delete them again.

Worse things than worrying about spam could take up my weekly tirade, like trying to decide who’s right about such things as coffee. Some researchers are saying drinking coffee aids in the prevention of dementia, cancer, type 2 diabetes, Parkinson’s disease and cirrhosis of the liver, among other things.

Now in the latest AARP Magazine, an article about men’s prostate health states that drinking coffee should be limited, claiming caffeine can irritate the prostate gland and bladder, causing one to urinate more. Damned if I do and damned if I don’t.

Since time immemorial, we’ve been told to wear sunscreen when outdoors in the blazing sun for any length of time to prevent skin cancer. A recent study published in the Journal of the American Medical Association found some of the active ingredients in sunburn-preventive lotions are absorbed into the body and bloodstream, possibly a cancer risk within itself. Another situation where I’m damned if I don’t and damned if I do.

Who’d figure that buying food at the supermarket would be hazardous to one’s health? Tyson Foods recently recalled nearly 12 million pounds of frozen chicken strips that might be contaminated with slivers of metal.

Meanwhile, Perdue Farms recalled more than 68,000 pounds of their chicken nuggets after reports of consumers finding wood in the product.

Avocados were recalled earlier this year for concerns about listeria contamination, much to the dismay of Millennials and hipsters.

Lab tests prompted Keurig Dr. Pepper to recall an unspecified number of its Peñafiel brand of unflavored mineral-spring water for violative levels of arsenic.

Chewy Chips Ahoy announced a recall out of concern the cookies contained an “unexpected solidified ingredient” that the food-maker said it had received reports of “potential adverse-health effects.” God only knows what that solidified ingredient is.

I’ve quit using vegetable oils for cooking, and use a healthier alternative with olive oil. It’s a sad state of affairs when one can’t trust if olive oil is truly “extra virgin.” The National Consumers League tested 11 different olive oils and found more than half of them failed to meet what standards classify them as “extra virgin.” Off with their heads!

And lastly, recent studies have professed the benefit of drinking a glass of red wine daily for the antioxidants, both of which boost the immune system, increase bone density, reduce risk of stroke, heart disease and type 2 diabetes; and lower cholesterol, which is similar to the advantages of coffee.

Conclusions from a recently published article in the journal BMC Public Health state that drinking a bottle of wine per week is as bad as smoking 10 cigarettes. I gave up smoking 14 years ago. Damned if I do and damned if I don’t.

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Inquiring Minds Want to Know

The following are just a few things about which I’ve been wondering:

Is it still taboo to end a sentence with a preposition in formal writing? If not, allow me to change the thesis sentence for this essay to: The following are just a few things I’ve been wondering about.

Whenever an ad proclaims, “As Seen on TV,” have you ever seen that particular product on Television?

On Social Media, after an announcement appears regarding something terrible has happened to someone—perhaps their life is hanging on a thread; he/she/it is missing; something diabolical has rendered them incapacitated—people always comment, “Sending prayers,” or “Thoughts and Prayers.” Do they actually pray and think, or do they feel better about themselves for having said they will do something about it?

Why is it when I complement someone about their photograph, one of the many they are showing me on their smartphones, and the respective individual doesn’t say “Thanks,” but replies, “Yeah,” or nothing at all, and continues to point out other pictures ad infinitum?

Is it really necessary to always back one’s car into a parking space? I’ve wanted to ask those who do, what’s their reasoning for it? Is it to make a fast getaway, where they couldn’t back out of a space quickly enough without turning their heads around and slowly pulling out in order to avoid the chance of smacking into another car that’s approaching and can’t be seen otherwise? Maybe they got into a wreck at one time and are afraid to do it again.

What’s the purpose for making a duck-face on a selfie? Ever notice people who make these pictures perpetually use their same, silly, individual facial expressions on every one? Do you think it’s gross to see someone taking a picture of themselves in their bathrooms or public restrooms? If you’re going to use a mirror for a selfie, at least look into it and not down at your smartphone’s screen.

How come when you catch someone looking at you, they turn away immediately? In the same vein, if someone catches you looking at them, why do they also turn away immediately? That happens to me a lot. Maybe it’s just me. I’d at least wish they’d give me enough time to smile back at them.

How about an old joke?

Two buddies were out for a Saturday Night stroll. Doc had a Doberman pinscher, and Joe walked a Chihuahua.

“Lets go over to the restaurant and get something to eat,” Doc said.

“We can’t go in there. We’ve got dogs with us.”

“Just follow my lead.”

Before entering the eatery, Doc put on a pair of dark glasses and walked in.

“Sorry, Mac, no pets are allowed,” the bouncer at the front door said.

“You don’t understand. This is my seeing-eye dog; and by law, you’re not allowed to discriminate against the handicapped,” Doc said.

“Yes, you’re right; but a Doberman pinscher?” the bouncer said.

“Yes, they’re using them now. The breed is very good.”

“OK, come in,” the doorman said.

Joe figured, “What the hell.” He put on his pair of sunglasses and started to walk in, whereupon the bouncer once again mentioned the no-pet policy. “But you don’t understand,” Joe said. “This is my seeing-eye dog.”

“A Chihuahua?” the bouncer said.

“A Chihuahua? They gave me a damned Chihuahua?” Joe said. (Insert rim shot!)

Hope that didn’t offend anyone. Can’t be too careful in this politically correct, Social Media-minded society in which we now live.

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It’s Always Something

No-trespass Zone

Was at Lake Luxembourg in Langhorne, PA, today, talking to a friend Dawn about ticks. “I always get them on me when I come here,” she said.

“Not me, I’m usually pretty lucky,” I said.

We discussed the problem about kayakers entering the area of the lake which was closed off to the public for the purpose of protecting the resident bald eagles. Prior to the Bucks County Park Commission’s restricting the northeast section on the other side of Woodbourne Road Bridge in 2006, people were throwing rocks at the birds for them to fly out of their nest.

A sign on the southwestern side of the bridge once warned canoers and kayakers to keep out of the no-trespass zone surrounding the bald eagles’ nest, but has since been sun-bleached, erasing all the lettering.

Woodbourne Rd. Bridge with a Sun-bleached Sign
Sun-bleached Sign

Now, people are crossing over, not knowing the other side of the bridge is posted, stressing out the eagles as a result, and chasing away the rest of the wildlife that were once protected against encroachment. A simple replacement of the sign would prevent that from happening.

I had mentioned this to one of the park rangers, who said the powers that be won’t do anything about it, because it costs money. I had thought he was being sarcastic, but after my sending the Bucks County Parks Commission an e-mail, describing the problem, they ignored my correspondence, evidently, as the sign hasn’t been replaced after a month transpired, reaffirming what the ranger had said.

My next attempt to remedy the situation had me reaching out to the Pennsylvania Game Commission, asking them to try and persuade the park commission for replacing the sign. I received a response, thanking me for my concern and letting them know.

It’s only been a few days since I informed the game commission, but, as of today, the sign remained the same; and boaters were rowing all over on the other side of the bridge.

Kayakers and Canoers in the No-trespass Zone on June 15, 2019.

“I doubt anything will be done,” I said. “I’d be willing to buy them a new sign. How much could that cost, a hundred bucks?”

“Maybe a petition signed by a group of people would make a difference,” Dawn said.

“That would take a lot of people to make it happen, more than I know who give a damn about birds.”

We’ll see how it goes. Maybe if I keep on pestering them about it, they’ll replace it. After all, it’s the squeaky wheel that gets the grease.

We talked further about the lake’s bald eagles and picked out several other birds that were flying around. I don’t think the bald eaglets have fledged yet, having seen one today in the nest still. After Dawn left, I headed to my usual spot, hoping to catch shots of the nesting pair.

Louie brought back a fish toward the end of my visit.

Bald eaglet on left; Louie on the right.

Lucy returned and perched herself in the tree, took a bath inside an old tire, and flew off toward Neshaminy Creek afterward.

Lake Luxembourg Lucy

I lucked out with the Louie sneaking up on me and passing overhead:

Lake Luxembourg Louie

While I was hanging out, my beard felt itchy. Scratching it under my chin, I discovered an infernal tick was about to find a home. Thank goodness it hadn’t bored into the skin.

That did it! I packed up my gear and headed out of there, thinking how I jinxed myself by saying ticks left me alone at Lake Luxembourg, and finding another blood sucker had found its way onto the back of my neck after feeling it crawling around.

At home, off came all the clothes and into the shower I went, where another nasty nit had somehow made it to my nether region. I’ll leave it up to your imagination as to where that actually was, but at least it hadn’t attached yet.

Authorities have been warning the public about how ticks are supposed to be a nuisance this year, persuading me to buy some repellent that contains Deet (diethyltoluamide), which is most effective against ticks; but I just hate the smell of the spray, and the hassle of showering to get it off when I come home. I’ll be sure to use it next time out in the woods. I ended up showering today anyway, to make sure no more arachnids were waiting to stick it to me!

While typing this essay, I’m forever checking to make sure no ticks are still hidden in my hair or elsewhere on my body. Every little tactile sensation has me off on a paranoiac tizzy. I hate those buggers!

So much for another birding tale and tick tirade. Thanks for stopping by and for your continued support.

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Osprey Nestlings’ Head Count for 2019

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During the other day, I took count of osprey nestlings along my usual stretch of the Delaware River from the New Jersey side. Four of the thirteen nests are either hard to see closeup, or not at all from Pennsylvania.

Riverton Yacht Club – Founded in 1865

Starting at the southwestern portion of my study area, the first survey was of the Riverton South nest, seen from Riverton Yacht Club, the oldest such organization on the Delaware River and one of the oldest in the country.

As noted above, only one Riverton South chick was visible from the yacht club (left); and two chicks were visible from the Riverton North site (right), determined upstream at my second stop along Cinnaminson Township’s shoreline, where I ran into a small, shipwrecked sailboat, covered with graffiti and called, “The Minnow, Home of the Three Hour Tour.”

The Minnow
The Riverton North ospreys’ nest is atop the range marker in the distance.
Riverton North Ospreys

The count for Riverton North is recorded as two nestlings, barely seen. This is only a preliminary count, as the final tally will be made in about a month when the chicks are much larger and easier to see.

Below are a couple of photos showing downstream from Cinnaminson Township, looking at the Philadelphia skyline and Tacony-Palmyra Bridge.

While I was photographing, some guy had appeared out of nowhere and was seated on a log behind me, startling me for a second upon my discovering him when I turned around. He was looking at his smartphone. Ah, another smartphone zombie, I realized.

“Taking pictures?” he said.

Now how does one answer that without being a smart-ass? “No, just pretending,” I felt like saying, but instead said, “Yes,” and walked away, looking back to make sure he wasn’t following me with zombie-like intentions. He remained on the log like the zombie bump that he was, gazing at his infernal smartphone.

I left abruptly before taking a shot of the Pennypack Creek ospreys. However, I had photographed them on June 1st from Pennypack Park in Philadelphia. Two or possibly three chicks have hatched. Only two were added to the preliminary census. Again we’ll have to wait until the young are close to fledging before making the final determination.

Pennypack Creek Range Marker
The old Pavilion Hotel, later known as the Keystone Watch Case Company in Riverside, NJ, now vacant.

Traveling toward Delanco, I passed the old landmark seen above before crossing Rancocas Creek. Too bad such an elegant building is decaying and falling apart with age. It’s haunted allegedly.

Full-size shots and a photo-journal of this year’s ospreys can be found by clicking here.

Once in Delanco, I was curious about the nest on the nearby range marker, which wasn’t actually that close. Noticing what appeared to be a boatload of little, white heads, I estimated conservatively that three chicks had hatched. By next month we’ll know for sure.

Delanco Nest

Sadly, the Andalusia ospreys had a failed nest this year with no young at all. Strange, as that had never happened during my observations of them for the past six years.

Andalusian Ospreys on the former Mud Island Range Marker

The raptors who had taken over the functional Mud Island range marker are believed to be offspring of the Andalusian birds from a few years back:

I really don’t know what’s happening on the operational Mud Island range marker as seen above. From Delanco, a double-decker nest with occupants in both is evident. One osprey is down below on the railing visiting with a cormorant. No chicks had hatched here. The young birds are just becoming established. Next season will be interesting to see how all these ospreys in such close proximity will interact.

The above illustration shows the close proximity of the four nest sites in Andalusia, Pa.
Biddle’s Andalusia Mansion, dating back to 1794, the namesake of the village that surrounds it.
Pen Ryn Osprey Nest: the resident raptor is perched atop on the railing.

Past Mud Island and the Andalusia Mansion is the Pen Ryn nest atop the yellow range marker, as seen above from Andalusia. It’s 1.2 miles-1.9 kilometers away. That nest also wasn’t viable this year, as was the same for last season.

Approximately 1/4-mile away from Pen Ryn’s raptor sits the Herringbone nest in Bensalem Township, which, as seen from Delanco, appears to have two nestlings this year:

Herringbone-Station Avenue Nest

The next osprey nest resides in Beverly, across from Neshaminy State Park:

Beverly’s nest – Logan’s Point and Neshaminy State Park in Eddington, NJ, are in the background.

Only one nestling was spotted from the NJ side of the river:

Beverly Ospreys
The Croydon nest as seen from Beverly
Burlington-Bristol Bridge nest, as seen from Beverly.

The Croydon nest showed two, maybe three, possibly four chicks; but I doubt it. To be safe, I tabulated two nestlings for this pair. We’ll find out exactly at the forthcoming survey.

Croydon Nest

Next in line are the Burlington-Bristol Bridge ospreys:

Burlington-Bristol Bridge Nest

Only one offspring was present.

Radcliffe South in Bristol, PA, the original pair at that vicinity, have three chicks:

Radcliffe South Nest

Lastly, the Radcliffe North pair on the channel buoy have two nestlings:

Radcliffe North – Channel Buoy Nest

That wraps up the preliminary nestling census, during which 20 young are cited; and 13, perhaps 14 nesting pairs (counting the second two at Mud Island’s duplex nest), were found. Watch for the final tally, which will occur around the middle of July.

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Ode for the First of June 2019

Made it under the wire!

Another week has passed us by,
May turned into June, my, oh my.
Soon it will be the 4th of July,
Followed by the dog days of August to make me sigh.

Racking my brain for something to write,
For my weekly tirade due at midnight tonight,
Deciding a poem will surely make it right,
By keeping the topic unusually light.

About to start my entry with a bunch of complaints,
Something told me to stop and use some restraint.
Nobody wants to hear them anyway, so let’s be quaint;
What, no bellyaching? Please don’t faint.

Attempting to fill a 500-word essay in rhyme,
Can certainly take a good bit of time.
So pardon my quatrain if it makes no sense,
And if the verbs are occasionally in the wrong tense.

Now that I got that out of the way,
What in the hell else am I going to say?
Pardon my vulgarity, but it could have been worse,
So let’s continue the ruse with another verse.

In music a poetic line is considered a lyric,
Be it happy or sad, barbaric or satiric.
Well on my way with this notable extravaganza,
While sneaking in another sensational stanza.

Another trick to fill the void is relying on alliteration.
Shall we enunciate its usage for your consideration?
Dare me to dance daintily down Delaney’s dire demarcation,
With dalmatians drooling dramatically during delirious demonstrations.

OK, so that’s stretching things on the side of ridiculous,
Is that on port, starboard, stem, stern or frivolous?
This exercise in poetry is really grasping at straws,
Destroying the art with a metaphorical chainsaw.

It’s 10:33 p.m. as I’m writing these words of wit,
Midnight’s less than an hour and a half away and biting on the bit,
Awaiting for the diatribe from this certified twit,
But will find an epic, nonsensical, rhythmical blip.

The following are my reactions to click-bait advertisement;
Sorry, I couldn’t go 500 words with the set-forth requirement,
Of not complaining until my quota was through,
So, let’s continue without further ado.

The words in quotes are what get my goat,
Every time they’re presented on my Social Media timeline.
Whom are they to determine what is so sublime,
For me to stop what I’m doing and give them my time?

“Here’s something you need to hear,”
No, I don’t. Give me some beer.
“Here’s something you need to read,”
No, I don’t. It’ll waste my time indeed.

“Here’s something you need to know,”
No, I don’t. Your article is sure to blow.
“Here’s something you can’t live without,”
Oh yes I can, without a doubt!

Forty minutes are left to go,
Willie Makeit? Kenny Holdit? Betty Don’t.
That’s the punchline to the old joke,
Twenty Yards to the Outhouse,” a book written by a woman and two blokes.

Then there’s The Purple Stream, by I. P. Peculiar;
How about Give Me Your Life Savings, by R. U. Nutts?
Fifteen more words are left to this silly rumination,
I’m sure at this point you’ve had enough!

Thanks for stopping by and putting up with my nonsense; and, as always, for your continued support.

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