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Report from Week 279,
in which you were asked to write treacly inspirational poetry. Terrific winners. As usual with poetry, there was some fairly heavyhanded editing for rhyme, meter, content, logic, humor, etc.
Yesterday upon the road I met a man with half a leg.
He looked at me with half a smile, held out a hand to beg.
"Good sir," said I, "half a leg is naught at which to sneer.
Why, Holyfield became the champ with but a half an ear.
"With merely half most any man can most anything attain,
Look how high Dan Quayle did rise with only half a brain.
There's no limit to the future of one who has but half.
Having half a liver didn't mute Edith Piaf!
"Half a loaf is all one needs to keep intact one's soul.
See how low John Bobbitt's sunk since he was rendered whole.
So that stump of yours, my privileged friend, is really quite a boon."
At which he half removed his pants, and gave me half a moon.
(Jonathan Paul, Garrett Park)
A saddened young trichina worm
Sits in waste abuzz with with flies
"How can I ever save the world
Stuck here, in this?" he cries.
But soon he got his break in life
By way of too-rare pork
When he entered someone's body
On the meat upon her fork.
Then the lass went shopping
At her local grocery store
She bought a nice fresh cantaloupe
(She could afford no more.)
Later, in her kitchen
Her intestines made their purges.
And as her gut was speared by pain,
She let go her recent purchase.
The bag landed on the counter
Out the window flew the melon
It fell twelve stories through the air
And conked an escaped felon
The woman's pain receded
And soon she bought a Ford.
'Cause for the nasty felon
There was a nice reward.
Alas, the crook had no such luck
In fact, his time was up; he
Breathed his last, but his kidneys
Saved a starving orphan's puppy.
Because the puppy didn't die
The orphan kept his hope.
His faith in God was strengthened
He grew up to be the pope!
So remember life's great lesson:
To yourself be true.
Whether you're a pontiff
Or a squirmy worm in poo.
(Niels Hoven, Silver Spring)
The young boy found a quarter
Outside a grocery store
But instead of buying candy
He gave it to the poor.
It was sent to help a family
That was strapped 'cause times were hell
The father dropped it in a telephone
And got a job that paid him well.
For years that noble daddy scrimped
For his daughter's college day
And in that school she met her husband
Who, as a boy, gave that quarter away!
In married bliss they thrived
And soon started a clan
Their little girl grew up to cure cancer
Their little boy became U.S. ambassador to Iran.
So folks, just don't be greedy
Share that excess quarter
I know because this tale is true.
I'm that noble father's daughter!
(Jean Sorensen, Herndon)
Do you know someone who is glum?
Why not relieve his sadness
With a balloon of helium?
Do you know someone who is suffering from
Why not take him to lunch
And let him order anything he wants, even
dessert of chocolate mousse?
Do you know someone who is filled with
Why not show up at his doorstep with a mop
And wash his linoleum?
(Susan Keevan, Bethesda)
There's always one kid at the playground
Whom nobody wants on his team.
So this kid slumps, beat, on a lonely seat
And nurses a shattered dream.
There is always one pup in the pet store
That nobody wants to take home.
So it curls up tight in its cage at night
And moans to itself, alone.
There is always one poor homeless wanderer
Who has neither family nor caring.
Each day is the same; no one speaks his name,
So he roams like a loose ball bearing.
There's a place where every soul's wanted.
In a rainbow of kindness and care.
May his spirit soar when he sees, on the floor,
A celestial Welcome mat there!
(Jennifer Hart, Arlington)
A lonely but misguided youth
Lacking the will to live,
Decides at last to end it all,
With pills and booze and laxative.
The deed is interrupted
Fam'ly members intercede.
They place him in professional care
To convalesce at his own speed.
The endless days drag on and on
What must he do before he's freed?
One day he finds a Reader's Digest
And in boredom starts to read.
First, "Laughter, the Best Medicine"
Then "Life in These United States."
He grins and turns the pages,
And learns new words like "denigrates."
Then, the month's selections:
Tales inspiring and true.
Folks who beat their problems.
And emerged, remade, anew.
The message never wavers:
"You can do it if you try!"
He then reads of a lonely youth. . .
And soon he starts to cry.
This ride called Life can have a way
Of playing a wry jest.
That lonely little boy is me,
Publisher of Reader's Digest.
(Greg Arnold, Herndon)
Next Week: Expressing It Nicely
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