john_j_enright

Yellow Submarine and Octopus’s Garden
Are almost the same song.
If that sounds mean, I beg your pardon.
Feel free to tell me I’m wrong.

On a lonesome street without a map,
No detour shall I fear.
I’m counting on the driving app
To get me out of here!

Explored a maize maze.
It did feel vaguely haunted,
And took longer than I wanted,
But at least it wasn’t days.

I think because I like to read
About medical conditions
I often find my Facebook feed
Is filled with admonitions
To end my imputed worry
By calling a doc in a hurry.

People in witness protection,
Can contribute to Wikipedia,
But shouldn’t pose selfies
On social media.

Ancient thinking about atoms
Was mostly clever guesses,
But they got a few things right,
So yes, it still impresses.

To be a bee,
Or not to be,
To spend your hours
Touring flowers,
And dancing jive
In a buzzing hive,
To sit around secreting honey -
Honestly, it all sounds funny.

Construction season continues
Upon our city streets.
We’ll take a break for winter,
And then it all repeats.

Why is it called equinox
And not equiday?
I just want to get that question
Out of the way.

Here, this year’s pumpkins are seen
In a vibrant non-rhyming color.
Without them, Halloween
Would be monstrously duller.