Humor for Our Time

Haiii — koo (Bless you!)

Short, silly, to the point, served with a dash of hope… not necessarily “traditional”!

No ifs, ands, or butts — Verdant forests scream; T.P. hoarders lose their shit.

It’s a game we play: “Plague, or pollen?” Quarantined? Cough or sneeze, you lose.

Two birds dead. One stone. Lawnmower needs repair soon. Window might be next.

Amy Marley says, “It’s Alive!” but Frankenbird Will fly nevermore.

#BoredAtHome. But not. Don’t let the hashtag fool ya. Baked a chocolate cake.

Self-taught arts, crafts, like How to paint with coffee grounds, While shower-singing.

Writing modern art Placards-of-pretentiousness — My mind’s curator.

Cereal box blurbs, Or cue cards for Vanna White — Nothing left to write.

Tip: “Write what you know.” Four blank walls. What do I know? Ink drips from the pen.

Blue blood. Fingers stained. Murdered on the pristine page! Flawed characters, all.

Experience shared — The whole world in lock-down now. Dare we hope for peace?