Day by Dave by Dave Whamond for August 21, 2023

Dave wasn’t a poet, and he knew it!

Dave is looking a bit flat today.

Break the writer’s block by writing a poem about a writer with writer’s block!

There… solved it.

Just use a jackhammer on writers block.

And watch out for: “Editor’s Alley”

In honor of hurricane Hillary – and all the hurricanes we’ll get this year, I’m dragging out my three decades old poem/song Flying Debris. Apologies to Bo Didley.

Flyin Debris

Oh, a big ol’ storm is comin’ dis wey,

all de bread’s gone at de Circle K,

an’ theys outta plywood at de Lowe’s uptown,

an’ dem big ol raindrops is comin’ down-

But a little rainwater don’ worry me,

What I’m a-skeered of is da flyin’ debris!

The weatherman is talkin’ on my TV,

Showin’ satellite video of how bad it will be,

an’ he’s lookin’ all sour, yeah he’s gotta big frown,

cause de’ wind picked up and knocked his äss down,

Yeah, the roof o’dat KMart is goin’ on a spree!

Justa addin’ to the power of the flyin’ debris!

Well its’a howlin’ and a-wailin’ at de trailer park,

Yeah, it’s rainin’ sideways an its gettin’ real dark,

An the TV picture went an got all weird,

Cause my satelite dish has disapeared,

I’m tapin’ up my windows while I kin still see,

I don’ wanna share my bedroom with the flyin’ debris!

Well the ol’ widder Johnson just drove away,

But old man Morris has decided to stay,

He wuz out in the front yard, nailin’ up boards,

When de storm come along an’ blew away his Ford,

He was starin’ at the sight, amazed as you kin be,

As his Bronco joined the chorus of the flyin debris!

Yeah, I waited too long, it’s too late to go

But I cain’t deny it’s a helluva show!

There was a flash o lightning and a terrible roar,

Now I live ten miles from where I did before,

Yea, dat Hurricane is a beatin’ on me,

Just’a whippin’ my äss with the flyin’ debris!

Dave is a poet, but doesn’t know it!

His feet show it…

They’re Longfellows

No rhyme or reason to today’s cartoon.

Dave should head over to the Cannabis Connection.

So therefore it was, for rhyme, you were without!!

And there ya go..

On writer’s block he’s left

With the shadow of a doubt.

Sitting there and waiting for National Plagiarize Day …!

( bemoaning poetry in emotion )

Somehow this does not look like Westminster Abbey.

I know how he feels, I can’t think of a comment other than I can’t think of a comment

Make it a free verse!

Great gag, Dave!