Inspired by this picture:

The Oracle of Humanity

The two most splendid things
On earth
On God’s Green Earth
Are listed thus:
The aquiline face of Fabio
The rigid abs of Fabio

Can humankind
And its frailty
Possibly survive
The blistering power of that heavenly combination?
Would we be Semele
Crumbling to hot ash
In the presence of that lightning bolt?

Perhaps the son of us
Who emerges from the rubble
Would be our civilization’s Haephaestus:
A product of the love of a musclely god
And a people,
Ready to forge fantastic weapons
Ready to marry the most beautiful goddess

But inevitably
And eternally
Completely lame.

Perhaps my fans would like a “backstage pass” to my creative process. Haikus are a good way to get the fast poetry creative juices flowing, aspiring baby poets. After seeing that photo, I knew the muse would strike, so to get her attention, I started typing. Think of it as my own version of doodling.

Fabio, your abs
They could really be improved
By your face in them

And before that one, as I was casting around for inspiration, came this:

what if this damn day
literally doesn’t end
and we are stuck. shit!

Ever yours,

by request – “Going back to work after the holidays”

The holidays, they effing rule
We soon forget dumb work (or school);
We party hard, relax and then
At some point as we near the end
Those thoughts creep back, we brush away,
But they resurface New Year’s Day.
“It’s time,” they whisper, “Time to get
“Your khakis pressed, alarm clock set,
“Your meetings scheduled, files prepared,”
But listen, workers, don’t be scared.
I know that work is such a bummer,
But look, six months until the summer!

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Accepting submissions as always,

Your Claudia

(by request from a dad of a baby boy – fix the poem that accompanies the Beba Bean Pee-Pee Teepee, because it’s not only sexist, its meter is sadly offputting to customers.)

I’ve reprinted the original for your convenience:

Changing a baby girl is not all glitz and glory;
Changing a baby boy is another horror story!
You hold his feet with one hand and the diaper with the other
The whole time praying “Please don’t pee on your mother.”

Here’s the fix I’ve made for the fine folks at Beba Bean, who are welcome to use it as they see fit.

Changing a baby’s not all glitz and glory
And if it’s a boy it’s one big horror story!
While holding his feet up you murmur this plea,
“Please little baby, please don’t pee on me.”

And here is the poem I wrote about the experience with my remaining 9 minutes:

I click on a link.
It’s a wang teepee, ick.
I gotta tell ya
Babies are sick.

Fall Festival

(by request: “Fall Festival.” I don’t really feel this grumpy, but I do have dishes to wash. And I do love Christmas.)

Pumpkins and spices and butternut squash
Leave me with millions of dishes to wash.
The smells of the pies and the hot cider marry,
But big bags of apples are wicked to carry.
Baseball is cool but my team keeps on losing,
I like all my friends but I’m tired of boozing,
The weather is good but I’m sure it won’t last,
So hurry here, Christmas, hurry here fast.

(reader submission – a friend of Claudia’s puts his foot down…and solves his own problem, I might add)

When people don’t update their blogs
The rest of us slumber like dogs
But you are a jerk
If you nap at work
So update! or I will saw logs.

(by request – a poem about Dune)

On Arrakis we eat the spice,
But drinking? We’ve got to think twice,
For water is rare.
So drinkers, take care,
A spoonful will have to suff-ha! I bet you
Thought I was going to end this
Like a limerick.
But I didn’t.
Plans within plans within plans.