The Elephant vs. The Duck
The zookeeper had a 7 ton African elephant and a 2-1/2 ton truck.
He must transport the behemoth to make room for a Mallard Duck.
His lack of viable options simply had him dumb struck.
Then commented a management consultant, who only charged him a buck.
“Don’t put your hope on Artificial Intelligence,
Just rely on plain old dumb luck.”
What do you think gets better with age?
Age is change caused by the lives we live.
Being fickle, she can take or may decide to give.
The good things she’ll change for the better.
Others will unwittingly become a debtor.
Taking human actions, feelings and intentions as a gauge,
It seems that our capacity to forget improves with age.
What pitfalls do you see as Common Sense becomes rare?
Seems we are experiencing a great shame,
Common Sense has returned whence it came.
Left unused and idle for far too long,
Perhaps the Information Revolution was its Swan Song.
Some think the advent of Artificial Intelligence,
Has robbed Common Sense of its relevance.
Common Sense, I hope we’ll see you later.
Your absence among us removes yet another Common Denominator.
What strategies do you use to increase comfort in your daily life?
After I wake, I’m on my knees praying before the Lord.
May He guide me rightly thru this day, that I live in His accord.
When life is overwhelming, His consolation restores my strength.
He enables me to serve others, I can go to any length.
The comfort that I seek is not an easy, pain free life.
Rather it’s the confidence in knowing He’ll carry me through the strife.
When I arrive at day’s end, I’m on my knees before the Lord.
I thank Him for redeeming me, He paid a price I can’t afford.
There once was a Moose from Dundee.
Didn’t like snow, loved to water ski.
With a refined and vast repertoire,
He performed at shows near and far.
In his day, a child prodigy.
There once was a Moose from Cheyenne.
Prepared quick grits in a frying pan.
The method was simple and easy.
Produced a fare most cheesy.
Topped with a pinch of cayenne.
There once was a Moose from Waterloo.
For an appetizer, preferred Kentucky burgoo.
Never ordered hors d’oeuvres.
Would eat one of yours.
His entree, Mulligan stew.
There was a young man in Waterloo.
Asking, “In Ontario can I raise bamboo?”
They grow grain, grapes, oilseed,
and cattle that don’t stampede.
You can harvest nitida too!
There was a lad in Founders Park.
Tending his line, dawn to dark.
He had just one wish.
Catch something besides catfish.
Ever hear a dogfish bark?
Never one to be characterized as charming and romantic.
Rather the words to describe me are severe and pedantic.
But let me step out of character and put aside behaviors dour;
To a mere acquaintance I would say, “In the garden of friendship, you are the most beautiful flower.”
After recovering from this flattery, I can imagine that she’d say, “Oh my gosh man what’s gotten into you today?”
“Are you a shape shifting alien or a clever A.I. hack?
Whatever you have done with my old friend, please just send him back!”
Thus I shall place charm and romance back upon the shelf.
To spare the world this shock and awe, I will remain my plain, old self.
The Ethereal Scupper 