Poetry need not be serious
There is too much drama in the world
My brain is already tied in knots
Poetry gets it unfurled

We need some lighter poetry
writing silly lines is a true craft
We need more whimsical work
something to make us laugh

And so, my poetry is light
and a little bit crude
It's designed to entertain
and create a laugh for me and you

30 below zero in Winter
Flooding in Spring
Mosquitoes from Spring to September
Too many 100-degree Summer days
Autumn no longer exists
This is not global warming
This is climate change
Mother Nature is fighting back

The recycling plant burned last week
fire consumed acres of unprocessed scrap.
Flames licked at pieces of metal scrap,
burned the rubber tires and melted plastic.
Undrained gasoline and oil added to the smoke.

Tuesday morning a black mushroom cloud rose in the sky.
No worries, though.
The wind carried the smoke into the other county
Monticello will suffer but Becker lives to pollute another day

Wednesday morning the black mushroom cloud rose in the sky
The weather is cold
icicles grow on useless car bodies.
The firemen need dry socks.
Families live in safe hotels, upwind

Thursday morning gray clouds rose in the sky.
School is cancelled to protect the children.
The fire is controlled.
Protection is superfluous.

The recycling plant burned last week.
The fire is out.
People return to their homes.
Time for investigation and clean-up,
place some blame and show concern.
While Becker lives to pollute another day.

Air isn't crisp, it is cold
White steam spews from your lungs
The cold air burns behind your eyes
All the way to your brain
Breathe through your nose.
The cold creeps through the layers
Making your skin tingle.
Winter has come early this year.
It is November in Minnesota