Saturday, November 22, 2025

What Does an I.C.E. Agent Do on His Day Off? - doggerel

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

What Does an I.C.E. Agent Do on His Day Off?

 

He might want to pause and meditate

Upon the 4th and 5th Amendments (they’re in the file)

And the children he locked behind a barbed-wire gate

 

Or

 

He might prepare his defense for his Nuremburg trial

 

[The pronouns “he” and “his” are gender-neutral. This certificate of pronoun compliance is provided for Dr. Karen, Ms. Grundy, and the alligator-shoe boys at Target corporate.]

A Crude Review of my TV Service Provider - doggerel

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

A Crude Review of my TV Service Provider

 

Unplug and re-set, wait for the blue light

And wait and wait – and now the controller’s not right

Our TV service is known as Spectrum

Which, as you know, rhymes with r****m

Ennui at the Gas Pumps - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Ennui at the Gas Pumps

 

You Have Been Approved

 

Please Remove Card Now

 

Select Product

 

Remove Nozzle

 

Begin Fueling

 

Did you bring the fuel ticket?

 

This number is unclear; why is that?

 

The boss wants to see you.

 

Welcome to Another 16-Hour Day

 

Yep

 

Yep

 

Yep

 

(Sigh)

Monday, November 17, 2025

Give a Man a Fish or a Bucket Truck - short poem

  

Give a Man a Fish or a Bucket Truck

 

Give a man a fish and he’ll eat for a day

Give a man a bucket truck and he’ll

Block

  Every blind corner

          Every rural road

          Every lane

          Every driveway

          Every intersection

          Every pasture access

          Every field gate

In the county

The Manifest Destiny of Cooking Shows - short poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

The Manifest Destiny of Cooking Shows

 

There are no national crises so desperate

Or times so burdened by uncertainty, despair, and fear

That the American people will not rouse themselves

To applaud some guy on TV cooking an omelet

 

And let the people cry, “WHOOO!  WHOOO!”

Sunday, November 9, 2025

Turning Over Parts of Poems with a Golden Shovel - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Turning Over Parts of Poems with a Golden Shovel

 

A golden shovel poem                        well, okay, maybe

Or maybe it’s like                              digging up a friend

Rearranging his bits                          rearranging his bones

And exclaiming                                  I have built a new body!

 

Maybe

 

A pile of bones there                          a pile of bones here

Another pile of bones                        a golden shovel

Ars per ars                                        gizzards and gristle

The gravedigger wants                       his shovel back

Her Delicate Wit and Charm - mildly amusing doggerel

 

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

Her Delicate Wit and Charm

 

Her conversation and her charming intellect

Delight not like champagne in tingling sips

Bringing forth knowledge, subtle and circumspect –

But rather like Lady Macbeth exercising her whips

Can You Describe This? - poem

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