Thursday, April 2, 2009

A Gallery of Suffragist Poetry

For the work of a day,
For the taxes we pay,
For the Laws we obey,
We want something to say.

This is pretty heavy work,
But I'll never, never shirk.

I think we'll get them if we try.
And we shall try until we die.

If I can vote, why not propose?
If I am bold you must excuse me.
I've loved you ages, goodness knows!
And don't you dare, Sir, to refuse me.

A Suffragette you're going to wed
and after you've been quite well dead
your friends will gather round and say:
"A nice 'enuff fellow in his henpecked way,"
But you'll chip up with "Well! Well! Well!
This ain't so bad, this place called H........"

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Thai Firefighter Dresses Up as Spiderman to Coax Eight-Year-Old Boy Off Window Ledge

Appeared in the Press-Citizen on March 27, 2009

Hero is a word I don’t use lightly.
He didn’t grab ahold of me but took
the arm of something from a comic book
while I climbed down the ladder, held on tightly,
and set him on the ground. I didn’t write
the story or mix the ink to burn like fire.
I perhaps did a fair impression of Tobey Maguire,
but I didn’t direct the movie, or delight
millions of kids, or even bring the ladder there.
I didn’t sew the suit or drive the truck
but simply hoped for a little bit of luck
as I put on the costume I was brought to wear.
Who should get the credit? Don’t ask me:
maybe the folks know better at A.I.G.