Good-bye...

Good-bye, Good-bye, My Furry Friends

A Poem by Izzy Sommers, December, 2005, Welland, Canada

Good-bye! Good-bye, my furry friends...
It's come to times when blogging ends!
It's time to say adieu, so long
And give the bell a final dong.
So go and read some other blog...
Abandon mine in swine and hog.
Aufwiedersehen and adios!
I'm headed for another coast..
Take care and have a lovely day...
I hope you keep your wolves at bay.
I wish you inner peace and love
And cooing of a turtle dove.
If you're a hawk, I hope your tail
Is redder than a sunset sail.
Consume those turkeys and the ham
And head for jumping Rotterdam.
Oh, chose a wine or cherry schnapps
And eat the nuts and spin the tops.
I wish for you a Merry Year
And happiness without a tear.
Good-bye! Good-bye, my furry friends...
It's come to times when blogging ends!

THE END

Sung tan chuk ha!

JENNIFER AND JOHN

John and Jennifer

A Single Sentence
Silly Sonnet
By Izzy Sommers

Surrounding all the mystery of John’s
Untimely death, was Jennifer’s perfume
And Sam’s suspicion that she re-arranged
The totals in the books that John had kept
For Jennifer’s nefarious Nepal
Negotiations for a shipment of
Her bleating, redneck hawk and turtle dove
Which reached America on just the day
That independence was declared amid
The shouts of ballot aberrations and
The final push for land in Timbuktu,
In Kangaroo, in Xanadu, and, too,
Along the coast of Africa where John
Had found a silly friend to lean upon.

THE END

IS ANYBODY OUT THERE?

Dear folks,

Please read my stuff and make comments. Your feedback is essential to me. It's also essential that I have a readership other than myself. Do I need to start using profanity or nude pictures of myself?

Thanks for listening.

Sincerely,

Izzy.

No! That's not what I meant, eh?

I Meant To Say


A Poem

By Izzy Sommers

I meant to say, “I’m very fond of you.”
But, all that came, a little lame, were words
Of unimportance, words about your togs,
About your dogs, about the rains and fogs.
I meant to say, “I love you very much.”
So nervous were my hands, I spilt the soup.

When you excused yourself to clean your dress,
The stress, I felt, completely overwhelmed
Attempts at calm and spontaneity.
I knew disaster, master, plaster, fast
Approached, as only when I’m quite upset
Do rhyming unconnected thoughts ensue,
Like salamander, oleander, and
Newt, boot, coot, loot, root, moot, pollute and toot.

When you returned and smiled, I felt your touch.
Though hutch, clutch, Dutch and such, contrived
To thwart my court, I smiled and said, “I’m very
Fond of you. I love you very much.”

THE END

[refrain:]

I meant to say, "I'm very fond of you." But
All that came, a little lame, were words of
Unimportance, words about some fogs, about
Your dogs, togs, clogs, frogs and the bogs.
I meant to say, "I love you very much."
Instead, I spilt the split pea soup on you.
As you excused yourself to clean your dress,
The stress, I felt, completely overwhelmed
Attempts at calm and spontaneity. I feared
Disaster, master, plaster fast approached,
As only when I'm quite upset do rhyming
Unconnected thoughts ensue, like salamander,
Oleander, and newt, boot, coot, loot, root,
Moot, pollute and toot. When you returned,
And smiled, I felt your touch. Though
Hutch, clutch, Dutch and such, contrived to
Thwart my court, I smiled and clearly said,

"I'm very fond of you.
I love you very much."

[...and, again...]

I meant to say, "I'm very fond of you." But
All that came, a little lame, were words of
Unimportance, words about some fogs, about
Your dogs, togs, clogs, frogs and the bogs.
I meant to say, "I love you very much."
Instead, I spilt the split pea soup on you.
As you excused yourself to clean your dress,
The stress, I felt, completely overwhelmed
Attempts at calm and spontaneity. I feared
Disaster, master, plaster fast approached,
As only when I'm quite upset do rhyming
Unconnected thoughts ensue, like salamander,
Oleander, and newt, boot, fruit, loot, root,
Moot, pollute and toot. When you returned,
And smiled, I felt your touch. Though
Hutch, clutch, Dutch and such, contrived to
Thwart my court, I smiled and clearly said,

"I'm very fond of you.
I love you very much."

[...definitely, THE END]

Jay Leno and Me

Morning Television

A Single Sentence Silly Sonnet By Izzy Sommers

On Channel 2, it’s NBC at half
Past three when Leno’s show is shown again,
Repeating yesterday’s or earlier
Old version of the comedy and shticks
Of Jay and others and the music of
A rocker or a ballad singer who
Has recently put out a record and
Cassette, CD or video designed
To catch the younger set of listeners
Who shouldn’t be a part of Leno’s
Audience at half past three or 30 tics
Before the clock strikes 12 and pumpkins
Re-appear and guys like me write poetry
That’s silly and inconsequentially.

THE END

COMPLIANCE

Compliance

A Single Sentence
Silly Sonnet
By Izzy Sommers

Compliance necessary to attend
The seminar for learning to defend
The honour of the ladies at the court
Required completion of the heliport
At Queen Elizabeth’s at Birmingham
In order to request the curried lamb
Before the officer had rounded up
Participants in this year’s racing cup
Presented to the winner of the run
From Mercury to Pluto’s sun for fun
Provided that no cheating had occurred
And that no shouting had been made absurd
In writing poetry to read about
The subjects banished by a man with clout.

THE END

Worms and Awards

Seven Worms

A Single Sentence
Silly Sonnet
By Izzy Sommers


While digging in her garden, Jennifer
Discovered seven worms that said to her,
“If you desist from harming us we will
Bestow on you a hundred dollar bill
With opportunities to make some more
If only you will open up your door
To worms and centipedes and bumble bees
And offer them some cheddar cheese and peas
And entertain them with some pulchritude
Allowing all of them some latitude,”
But, Jennifer replied, “A hundred’s not
Enough to buy the lovely charms I’ve got
And, too, I’d rather write some poetry
Than soil my fingers with the likes of thee.”

THE END

Bush and HIV/AIDS

Izzy Sommers, MD[retired]
7-140 Elmview Street, West
Welland, ON L3C 4K7, Canada
TELEPHONE: 905-788-2237
EMAIL: canadizzy@yahoo.ca
Thursday, December 1, 2005
The Editor, The Welland Tribune
228 East Main Street
Welland, ON L3B 5P5, Canada
TELEPHONE: 905-732-2411
EMAIL: tribune@wellandtribune.ca
RE: Wake up folks...
Dear Editor and Staff,

Today is WORLD AIDS DAY. The problem is urgent. There are now over 40 million infected people worldwide. Death rates are high and not declining except in 2 countries, one of which is Brazil. The antibiotics do not kill the AIDS virus. A vaccine is yet to be developed. Thousands die daily. The threat is the economic breakdown of even the most civilized countries. In less wealthy nations, economic and social breakdowns are already occurring. The World Health Organization, Health agencies of the United Nations, and Health officials in practically every country in the world agree. They recommend the use of condoms, along with a universal educational programme, as the only effective way presently known to slow down the infection rate. Brazil is particularly proud of it’s programme involving governmental condom advice and universal education of it’s citizens. It has one of the only set of results, in the entire world, showing a decline in the incidence of the deadly disease.

Therefore, it is particularly illogical for President Bush, controller of the wealthiest country in the world, to promise aid with the proviso that birth control and condom advice not be given. His recommendation is abstinence. In the face of valid and extensive studies which show that recommendation of abstinence NEVER stops the spread of HIV/AIDS, this seems completely inappropriate. I hesitate to accuse the powers that be of stupidity or of misinformation. I hesitate to say that this is equivalent to malpractice or malfeasance in the medical and legal sense. I’m not sure I would hesitate to say that Bush is following his evangelistic tendencies and his divine direction, which are apparently that which led him to the Presidency of the USA and the Invasion of Iraq. Surely, it is not a willful and purposeful recommendation designed to allow HIV/AIDS to spread unhindered. Even by Evangelistic standards, that would be devilish, eh?

Thank you for listening.

Sincerely,

Izzy Sommers.

TAMING TECHNIQUES

Domestication

A Single Sentence Silly Sonnet
By Izzy Sommers


Commensurate with occupations that
Provided people with a Persian cat,
Penelope perpetuated pink
By washing kittens in the kitchen sink
And promulgated propaganda in
Creation of the history of sin
Against the bibles of the holy world
Because the gauntlet had been surely hurled
And challenges of every kind had been
Engraved in plastic, copper, steel and tin
With illustrations of domestic hogs
Along with horses, chickens and some dogs
Allowing even sonneteers to come
Along and raise a most approving thumb.


THE END

PASTRAMI

Pastrami

By Izzy Sommers


Napoleon Pastrami slowly let
Himself descend so expertly to set
Beside a monolith he recognized
From ancient scriptures that he realized
Since 1992 BC had not
Been seen by anyone and really ought
To be evacuated for review
By bible experts who were certain to
Establish the veracity of Saul
Because it stood before the wailing wall.
Unfortunately for Pastrami, he
Unleashed a trap of this antiquity
That wedged him firmly in between two stones
Which caused his death and leaving only bones
To show that he had been a visitor
Before a rediscovery meant for
The news that N. Pastrami sandwiched has
Been found in catacombs of blue topaz
In labyrinthine lighted corridors
That presently are lined with antique stores.


THE END

GO CANDIDATES!

Izzy Sommers, MD[retired]
7-140 Elmview Street, West
Welland, ON L3C 4K7, Canada
TELEPHONE: 905-788-2237
EMAIL: canadizzy@yahoo.ca
Thursday, December 1, 2005
The Editor, The Welland Tribune
228 East Main Street
Welland, ON L3B 5P5, Canada
TELEPHONE: 905-732-2411
EMAIL: tribune@wellandtribune.ca
RE: Welland Riding Hopefuls
Dear Editor and Staff,

I was impressed with MARK TAYTI’S article in the Tribune, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 31, 2005, entitled, “Candidates set to go,” and subtitled, “WELLAND RIDING HOPEFULS SAY THEY’RE READY FOR UPCOMING ELECTION BATTLE.” Mug shots are my favourite, so the mug shots of DIBARTOLOMEO, GRUNSTEIN and MALONEY, added to my enjoyment. These three are the NDP, CP and Liberal candidates for Welland Riding.

Jody Dibartolomeo blamed the Liberals for a Christmas campaign, a decline in the public health care system and regression in social and environmental programmes. He felt that the PC’s are allowing the Americanization of Canada. Mel Grunstein felt that the Liberals had performed miserably with regard to health care, distribution of wealth, distribution of tax burdens, undue campaign costs and unfair political manoeuvring. He encouraged voters to see through the Liberal attempt to buy the election with the voters’ money. John Maloney blamed the Bloc, PC’s and NDPers for the Christmas campaign and the failure to wait for the Gomery Report which is due 8 days after the Jan. 23 elections. He contradicted all the Liberal Party criticisms levelled by the others and felt they were doing a good job. He admitted the Liberals were not overconfident.

In the short weeks to follow, I’m sure we’ll hear more details of the actual issues and the attacks on the opponents and opposing parties. Perhaps we may hear more of the promises that are an important part of any campaign. Long lists of broken promises, after all, are what we voters hang on to for future references. Lists of accomplishments, generally, are much shorter. The mug shots are what help me the most, especially if they reflect the changing expressions as the polls change. In Tayti’s article, two out of three of the mug shots are smiling. It makes you wonder what the smiles represent. The serious look on the other is not as surprising.

Thank you for listening.
Sincerely,
Izzy Sommers.