The madman whose first name is Donald
Wants to dress up like Ronald McDonald
But he’s too fat to fit
An obese monstrous twit
For this we can blame Mitch McConnell.
McConnell, he should have impeached
And the fat fetid douche would be beached
But Mitch, he’s so bad
A coward, a cad
And the rest of us now have been leeched!
Richard Hogan, MD, PhD(2), DBA
O come now, friend, and rest your bones, the week’s been fierce and long; but Ease comes stepping down the lane to hum you its soft song. A Lantern glows along the path, a stubborn, golden spark; the kind our grandfolks swore was left to guide us through the dark. Stillness drapes its woolen shawl around your weary frame; it whispers like an old seanchaí who’s long forgotten blame. The Hearth is warm for wanderers, its welcome deep and wide; it keeps a chair for every soul the world has weathered tired. Then Solace pours a quiet cup the colour of the dawn; it doesn’t ask what burdens ache— it simply sits till they’re gone. Your Breath returns like gentle rain across an Irish hill; it fills the fields inside your chest and bids your heart be still. And Grace—ah sure, it comes uncalled, the way good blessings do; it settles on your shoulders light as morning’s silver dew. An Ember glows beneath it all, a spark that won’t give in; the same that warmed our ancestors through storm and winter’s din. So walk with Gentle in your step, let kindness be your guide; for those who move with softened hands find strength they need not hide. And Here you stand, upon the earth, your troubles set to rest; the world leans in a little close and wishes you its best.
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Enjoy this sonnet, if you wish. The title above is the final line, which struck me as a fine personal mantra.
Because it only takes a moment to think.
(My cup emoji is not yellow. sigh)
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