Thursday Thoughts - On David Siegel and Urban Legends

Burp Attack

by Rachel Hoyt

 

image by Marcus74id via freedigitalphotos.net

 

 

One day, The Ruler of Resorts

Looked out at his empire,

Gazed upon a small, green cohort

Some kids viewed as a squire.

Mac the turtle,

Toppled king Yertle -

With one simple burp,

He fell like a twerp.

The Ruler of Resorts knew stuff,

Which mostly he'd learned online,

And so he Googled, "How to rule tough,"

And made plans to thicken his spine.

Mac the turtle,

Pictured king Yertle,

Plummeting in fear,

Then yelled, "Boo!" in his ear.

The Ruler donned his crown

And gathered the thoughts he'd procured,

Wrote his insanity down

And mailed it before he matured.

Mac the turtle,

Laughed at pseudo-Yertle,

"You know you can't succeed.

I'm the yang to your yin greed!"

Knowing Mac was just a small voice,

Unlikely to sue for plagiarism,

The Ruler of Resorts stole his words by choice

With naive hopes of stopping a schism.

Mac the turtle,

Channelled king Yertle,

To decide what to do -

One burp or two?

Yertle fell quickly, but the Ruler's demise

Came from two distinct lifequakes -

One writer now richer for writing good lies

And staff gone on strike, "For Thought's Sake".

 

© 2012 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved

Inspired by this letter by David Siegel to his employees

and written in hopes the ending will resemble Dr. Seuss's, "Yertle the Turtle".

Technorati Tags: David Siegel, Threat, Jobs, Rhyme, Poetry

Read more rhymes by Rachel at her new column, Clickety Clack -

poetic news about Santa Barbarians talking back

 

Thursday Thoughts - Paper, Pens and Handwriting

Image by gt_pann via freedigitalphotos.net

My fellow humans of the modern world,

When was the last time your fingers were curled

around a pen through which your thoughts were hurled

onto a blank piece of paper or a greeting card?

Was the sensation odd? Were the finger movements hard?

Had it been more than a month? Six weeks?

Do your pads of paper look like antiques?

Were you worried that your pen's ink may have gone dry?

If you got a paper cut would it make you cry?

If you fear that your handwriting

is becoming less and less inviting,

braving such fears is the only way

to get your actual writing skills to stay.

You never know when you will need the ability

to scrawl a quick note without technology.

Perhaps there will be a vast power outage

or you'll be stranded somewhere on the edge.

No fancy cell phone cover can help your phone swim the sea

if you are trapped on an island, hungry and lonely,

but a neatly scrawled S.O.S. in the sand

might attract a kind helping hand.

So be careful passing too many days

without practicing the ancient ways

to communicate via paper and pen.

You'll need it some day.  Don't ask me when.

Do you want to be average or send messages with style?

What's your choice?

Rachel Hoyt

of Rhyme Me a Smile

© 2012 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.


Read the news that inspired the rhyme here.


Technorati Tags: Writing, Paper, Pen, Handwriting, Poetry


Does getting cards in the mail make you smile?
Why not get one from me once in a while?

Sunday Fun Day - Tweeting the Breeze Limerick

Tweeting the Breeze

by Rachel Hoyt

Updates

A fellow was shooting the breeze

on Twitter where he felt at ease

to school a rapper

who was quite a yapper.

"First million's tough? Try billion, please."

© 2012 Rachel Hoyt.  All rights reserved.

Written for MadKane's limerick contest

click on over to read all the rest.

Saturday Special - Wacky Word and Infographic - Hacktivism

Hacktivism

by Rachel Hoyt

Hacktivism

is a form of activism

that can cause an online schism

when needed to promote an ism

other than pacifism -

Hacktivism.

© 2012 Rachel Hoyt.  All rights reserved.

Thank you, FrugalDad.com for sharing this awesome infographic!

Source: frugaldad.com

Thoughts on Credit, Fine Print and Aliens

Otiose

by Rachel Hoyt

image by Simon Howden via freedigitalphotos.net

I have a friend who knows a guy

that knew a girl who lived by

this guy Otiose we called Otis

who thought that real life could kiss...

He said fairytales can and do come true.

Credit's there to make life easy for you.

No need to worry about tomorrow.

Risk and buy joy now to squash sorrow.

For a time his plans seemed to be working out.

The stock market showed him love for a bout.

He bought himself a really big fancy house

which he liked to lounge around in like a louse.

Then one day aliens invaded the earth

and took everything that he had of worth

and his insurance refused to reimburse him

and creditors would no longer lend on a whim.

Otiose hadn't bothered to read the fine print,

which would have given him more than a hint.

If he too had believed aliens might steal his stuff,

he would have demanded a warranty more buff.

 

 

If Otiose had bought with cash and not credit,

he might have had his own money to re-get it,

but when those aliens took his beloved computer,

he learned credit and fine print are joy looters.

© 2012 Rachel Hoyt.  All rights reserved.

Each Thursday I post an original rhyme

inspired by thought provoking news of the time.

This week I learned a certain computer warranty

has no alien invasion coverage for thee.

Technorati Tags: Aliens, Insurance, Credit, Humor, Poem, Poetry