Kunik Haiku

Daddy’s girl, for sure.
They share a pair of noses
…and several chins.

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Merry Christmas!

Gaudete! He is here, flesh and blood,
Born of she, that Spotless Rose,
Born to the poor in the filth, in the mud:
The Torah, Logos, the incarnate Good.

Gaudete! A child eternally Spoken,
Cradled by the Teenage Queen,
The Word of Love for all to hope in,
“This is for you: My Body, broken.”

Gaudete! Gaudete! Praise the Mystery,
Father, Son and Breath of Life;
The sacred koan: the One is Three,
In the beginning, right now, forever to be.

Jw

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We’re All Getting Heavier

Happy Saint Shakespeare’s Day!

Long Live the Bard.

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Being the birth & death day of old Bill,

I shallst relate in pentametric verse:

Violet and Ivy were weighed on Tuesday:
Eleven pounds and eight the latter was,
the former nine and seven, catching up.
But they’re not the only ones getting big.
Their parents have of late been growing too,
indulging in a stream of cho co late;

(‘if chocolate be the food of love, eat on’)
paddling in a flowing river of cake;
swimming in a resevoir of biscuit;
diving the depths of an ocean of cheese;
cruising the seas of awful metaphor.
and so on and so forth et-cetera.

Please forgive th’unsubtle lack of rhyme,

I would have tried but for a lack of t…