Showing posts with label san francisco. Show all posts
Showing posts with label san francisco. Show all posts

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Ironic Animal Love


Image by Phiseksit via freedigitalphotos.net

Examples of irony in real life are amusing,
though generally simultaneously confusing...
the city named for a sainted animal fan.
They'll still allow them to be sold as food.
(Not exactly that for which Assisi stood).

The shelters workers are sad from flushing abandoned fish.
and making young hamsters sleep more soundly than they wish.
They seem to think their work is the ultimate proof
that people's love for animals vanished with a poof.
Their lives are not valued so sales should be banned?
To lend the furry, creepy and crawly a helping hand?

Perhaps they were people who couldn't find a landlord
unscathed to see a car plaque that says, "Paws on board!"
Maybe they also recently lost their house,
but previously would've cared for every last mouse?
A pet ban, to me, seems a little bit rash;
a way for the city to save lots of cash.

The silver lining, I suppose, is they haven't banned pets.
Yet if I lived there now I would have some regrets.
Finding a place to buy stuff for my cat and my turtle
would become more rare than little girls named Myrtle.
Plus, I love to visit baby rabbits and pups at the store.
Petting them is a past time I absolutely adore.

© Rachel Hoyt 2011.  All rights reserved.


Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Bay to Breakers

Photo by Rachel Hoyt. © 2011 All rights reserved.

The tortoise and the hare raced in the San Francisco rain
as other costumed folks rushed the streets like bulls in Spain.
I suppose no observer would have called their pace racing
but if you asked them, they'd blame inadequate spacing.
With mobs of Elvis's, Waldos and Smurfs in your way,
it's funner to indulge your turtle pace for a day.

It was the Bay to Breakers centennial anniversary,
an event all gallavanters and lookie-loos should see.
Unfortunately, some of the locals hope it was the last.
They aim to make this race/party a thing of the past.
It's similar to the problem faced by Floatopia fans:
a rowdy minority peeing wherever and leaving behind beer cans.

The difference between the two is the "honeymoon" length.
Each time an event repeats itself, the tradition gains strength.
After a hundred years, many families have built memories
racing in costume or hosting street side revelries.
At what point does the event come with the territory?
Can't the people work together to keep things hunky-dory?

I know no other race where you could go
Captain Hook wandering around with Tinkerbell.
Angels from Heaven jogging with demons from Hell.
The Royal Wedding running past the US Cabinet.
People taking pictures with some naked guy they just met.

Sure, no event can accommodate everyone's taste,
but that doesn't mean we should destroy it with haste.
One hundred years is a long time to keep up tradition.
Must mother nature strike again to prevent it's omission?
The tortoise remembered that was how it all began...
and to honor another tradition, she ran....
three steps across the finish line, winning again.

 © Rachel Hoyt 2011.  All rights reserved.


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