Seance with Isaac Singer

Last night I had a small chat
With the late Isaac Singer.
Asked by an aspiring rat,
What advice would you give her?

You do not need to be first,
Nor the idea yours alone.
Your lineage may be the worst –
You could still be an unknown.

But dreams will not get you there –
They do not finish the race.
You need lots of wear and tear
Before you will see first place.

Hard work will not guarantee
That ideas to success grow.
But without, take it from me:
Wishing does not make it sew.

The Lonely Rabbit Peeks Out

They say it’s safe for us rise again
Despite the news of the latest strain.
Bunnies are not known as the bravest,
But now, I think I really crave this.

It’s time to make the baskets and treats,
To hide treasure eggs in fields and streets,
To visit all and yet go unseen --
Leave only a trail of jelly bean.

So, ‘though you do not see me this year,
You will still know that I have been here.
It’ll take me longer to make my rounds –
I think I still need to lose some pounds.

Earlier in the Lonely Rabbit saga:
The Lonely Rabbit - April 2020
The Lonely Rabbit Revisited - April 2021

National Tell A Lie Day

If I tell you I am lying,
Will you believe me on this day?
Is it a half-truth you’re buying
If you choose to trust what I say?

Some think once a year to let us
Get our prefabrications out.
For one day, liars won’t upset us
If they test our power to doubt.

If I were asked what I preferred,
I would rather a day of truth.
All other days, tales may be blurred,
But on that day, all’s true, forsooth!

For, truth be told, it’s very rare
To get through a day without lies.
If your lungs still suck in the air,
You likely have things to disguise.

Perhaps it’s a joke or a bluff
Or something to lighten the blow.
We all are filled with lots of stuff;
Even silence hides what we know.

So you can choose if you believe
What I try to reveal today.
I’ll be back later to deceive,
On gullibility to prey.

The Pony Express

Hooray for the Pony Express,
They say linked the East and the West!
It ran for a year and a half,
‘Til they put up the telegraph.

Pony riders had to be thin –
One twenty-five in their bare skin.
Twenty pounds of mail in a sack,
Twenty for water, gun, and snack.

Ten hours to ride, through night and day,
To the next station on the way.
If the next rider was not there,
Back up astride to do a pair.

Deliver in ten days they claim,
Express was the key to their name.
Drop your letter in St. Joe (MO)
And they’ll read in Sacramento.

Happy 162nd Anniversary of the first Pony Express departures, April 3, 1860