Feather Your Taste Buds

My gourmet taste has gone astray

Since price saw fit to annul it.

Steaks and chops have seen their day

I now must bite the pullet.


Published in the New York Times. (copyrighted)

Poorcast

If the temperature is thirty-two

Or the cold front comes to naught

Then snow, or maybe rain will come

So goes the "whether" report.


Published in the New York Times (copyrighted)