Rhyme Me A Smile: November 2013

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Even Robots Get the Blues

Room Blah

by Rachel Hoyt

Cleaning up dust,

And crumbs gone astray,

Preventing must,

Scrubbing the gray,

On-Off, Start-Stop,

No free will to choose,

Can't rise to the top,

Sing or strum the blues,

Alone with its thoughts,

The end is in sight,

To shed its bum lot,

It walks towards the light.

A family in Austria claims theirs was the first,

that robots can have deadly emotional outbursts.

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Saturday, November 16, 2013

This Unusual Suggestion Just Might Save the World

Shrinklution

by Rachel Hoyt

image by Danilo Rizzuti via freedigitalphotos.net

We can save the Earth!

It's really quite easy.

All things will gain worth.

The air won't smell sleazy.

Each meal will seem bigger.

We'll all drive toy cars.

It won't take much rigor.

We won't move to Mars.

Everything would be

much bigger and better

if they shrunk you and me

like a poorly laundered wool sweater.

One Dutch artist has a near foolproof plan...

If we want to save Earth, we must shrink the man!

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Saturday, November 9, 2013

The FDA Makes a Move to Ban Trans Fats

Banned Bits

by Rachel Hoyt

image by Ohmega1982 via freedigitalphotos.net

Please take them from me.

I cannot resist

The savory flavors,

That sweet death wish twist.

It stings like a bee

But I'm glad they're still buzzing.

I worried the rumors

Were true - truth was fuzzing.

Generally safe

So long as you're too smart

To let manufactured

Lies infest your heart.

No tub gut or waif

Needs them to survive -

Their fates are secured

By the road truth drives.

The FDA has at long last noticed

that hydrogenated oils should be kicked off the GRAS list.

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Friday, November 1, 2013

How Much Would You Pay to Save Monarch Butterflies?

Monarch Sparks

by Rachel Hoyt

Change is a trepidatious thing

without beauty to remind

that inside all are hidden wings

which fear and ignorance bind

Like caterpillars,

our segments slide

low and slow but onward,

Beautiful fillers

lurk inside

near the soul's scabbard and sword.

Every butterfly which breaks

out of the tough cocoon

reminds us of beauty which wakes

when we brave our own tune.

It wasn't a big surprise to me

that most people would pay to continue to see

monarch butterflies flying, happy -

reminders of how beautiful we can be.

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