The Best Hraka Around
One of the main problems with blaming human activity for global warming is that the temperature rise is not uniform, as one ould expect if the cause of warming was earthbound.. The surface of the earth is getting warmer faster than the atmosphere is. But there is a theory of warming that accounts for the variation in temperatures. Cosmic Rays.
Who watches the watchmen? Other watchmen, of course.
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Poetry and Notions.
I have this off-again on-again desire to prove to Unremitting Verse that whatever he can do, I can do worse. He posted some good new stuff last night, so I thought I’d do the same. He wrote rhyming haikus, I wrote rhyming haikus. He based his poems on news headlines, I based my poems on news headlines, assuming you accept Fark.com as a news site. He wrote well-crafted and pleasant poetry, I wrote………..well, I wrote these.
Lady Godiva?
No, but her onlookers still
swallowed saliva.
Why coffin nail sales
are falling so fast, you ask?
Smuggling prevails!
Ozzie saves miners!
So yes, buy his albums, say
parents of minors.
Enemy Saudis!
How to punish the princes?
Make them drive Audis.
The shark is his chum.
And all punning aside, don’t
end up as his chum.
A monkey mascot,
elected! And Churchill seen
spinning, in casket.
As Morgenthau said
“Millions gone.” A good way to
dishonor our dead.
Sit here and revolve.
You’ll keep playing bad football
until you evolve.
What a Jerk That Must Have Been
Hey mister, that’s mine?
You were scared into coming?
Now that’s asinine.
Move along, buddy.
Mickey don’t like it, he’s an
old fuddy-duddy.
A safe-sex Giant!
Perhaps he’s awaiting a
giantess client?
Get your cookies here?
Kids, better profits are made
in selling cold beer.
Admire fire?
This tunnel’s no place for that
kind of desire.
Dividing the twins–
letting them see, at last, how
the other half grins.
The saviour drank wine.
Perhaps that is why someone
defaced your big sign.
Dodge Neon trunk sex,
Losing a pound of good pot.
My mom will be vexed.
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The truth is over…here?