Gerry the crow

my name is Gerry and I am a crow 

we are members of the corvid family

my cousins are ravens jays and magpies 

us crows are very intelligent birds

smarter than some primates

probably smarter than a lot of humans

if you see us all falling about laughing

its probably over the dumb antics of a human 

we do get a bad rap from other birds

I admit that we occasionally steal their eggs 

but they always lay plenty more

to be sure their own species survives

crows are despised by humans

they use our name to insult women

we crows are much more civilized

I married Dahlia three years ago

I would never stoop so low to call her an old human

we are a devoted couple and will stay together for life

unlike other birds who are polygamous

you will never see a crow at a bird swapping party

why do so many humans cheat on their partners

no wonder almost half human marriages end in divorce

we crows are civilized and live together in a family group

our sentries keep a lookout for owls and hawks

humans call a group of crows a murder

another example of how rude they can be

we crows use tools to get food

dropping hard shells onto rocks for example

some humans cannot even open a can of beans

humans are so wasteful with their food

we know how to open trashcans to get their leftovers

our ancestors were persecuted by humans

they tried to shoot us all to extinction

crows would never participate in such ethnic cleansing

we got smart and moved to the cities and suburbs

nobody shoots crows in urban areas

we often witness humans shooting each other though

Just another virtual day in suburbia

It was a quiet suburban street

Well maintained houses and nearly trimmed gardens

Folks were leaving for work

Susan said goodbye as her husband left for the office

She worked from home doing IT assignments

Preferring those stand alone work packages

Which can be done without people interactions

She worked late at night leaving her daytimes free

Susan was still in her pajamas when she put on the VR headset

A few moments later she was in a remote Scottish castle

Moving from room to room looking for other characters

She found her gaming friend John in the dining room

Hey I missed you he said giving her a virtual kiss

There were no other characters in the castle today

What would you like to do today asked John

Lets have a big feast with music and dancing

With a few commands on their keyboards they added more characters

Servers filled the table with delicious food

A piper played highland music

Traditional Scottish dancers twirled around

Susan sat next to John at the head of the table

They were King and Queen for the day

Everybody was happy and having fun

Suddenly there was screaming

English Redcoat soldiers burst in and mayhem erupted

Swords and daggers flashed in hand to hand combat

John picked up a sword to protect Susan

He ran the sword through an approaching Redcoat

Susan watched in horror as blood sprayed from a gaping wound

She was terrified even in this virtual world

Somebody had hacked into their game and was taking control

She turned to John just as he was stabbed in the heart

The Redcoats ran away as she tried to tend to John

He looked at her with sad eyes and said “I love you Susan”

When John slipped away she could not bear it any longer

She ripped off the VR headset and was plunged back into the reality of her home office

It was such a relief to escape the horrors of what she just witnessed

Catching her breath as she went to the kitchen for a glass of water

As she filled the glass she noticed the blood on her hands and all over her pajamas 

Flying high at Mach 2

I had a very memorable dream last night

I was flying an aircraft

not just any old aircraft

I was flying at supersonic speeds in Concorde

not as a high fare paying passenger

I was piloting this elegant bird

it was a very vivid and lucid dream 

I was complimented on my excellent piloting skills

and received an award for being the longest serving Concorde pilot

upon waking I researched dream meanings

of course there are so many different interpretations

I picked the once I liked best

my life is so good and the sky is the limit

then I did some more research on the Concorde program

it was a joint collaboration between the British and the French

I spent over 40 years working in Anglo/French companies

Concorde was financial disaster which huge cost overruns

I decided not to make comparisons on this

it mainly served the transatlantic routes

I have lived in both Europe and the US

It was retired in 2003 as it was financially unsustainable

my first marriage ended in 2003

all of this is valuable material for psychologists

some found that people who have lucid dreams

are less anxious

have excellent motor skills

are great problem solvers

are very creative

some psychologists would surely be asking the question

why does a senior person yearn to fly an expensive noisy gas guzzling dinosaur

I have decided to make my own concluding interpretation of this dream

 I have escaped to enjoy limitless freedom in my life

I hope Captain Cheeky Monkey flies again soon

all aboard

sweet dreams my friends

The light switch

the light switch flicks on

to bathe me in light

and will equally switch off

to plunge me into darkness

always obedient

never judgmental

totally dependable

the light switch never lets me down

patiently waiting

happy in either state

non discriminatory

welcomes anybody to operate it

then came the smart switch

voice operated by Alexa

void of human touch

this switch has a brain

to control its actions

but brains can be unreliable

they don’t always hear what is actually said

Alexa turn on the bedroom light I command

I don’t know that skill she answers

I tell her she is not so smart

she thanks me for the feedback

I start to curse Alexa

as she gives me really smart answers

but the light stays off

in desperation I unplug the smart switch 

revert to manual control

the light switch lives again

forgiving my foray into the smart world

obeying every flick of my finger

without ever answering back

smarter than a smart switch

I love my light switch

53 years of hiding in the garage

I thought about going for a bike ride

then the rain started

She brought out her honeydo list

the rain came down heavier

after a while I got near the end of her list

It was still raining hard

she added more things to her list

the heavy rain continued

a flash flood alert on my phone

the heavy rain continued

never-ending honeydo alert in my mind

suddenly the rain stopped

the back yard was flooded

the flash flood alert was extended

too risky to take a drive into town

the rain started again

I went into the garage for some tools

It was real stay in your man-cave weather

I turned on the TV in the garage

70’s rock videos drowned out the sound of the rain

I decided to sit in her Mini Cooper S

the yard flooded more

My first car was a Mini back in 1972

I turned up the TV volume

Led Zeppelin took me back to my youth

I don’t remember it raining so much back in those days

the sun shone all summer long

I drove my Mini everywhere back then

it was my little 70’s chick magnet

finally the rain stopped

steam started rising from the roadway

the flooding out back started to subside

memories flooded my mind

Deep purple sang “Smoke On The Water”

I was eighteen when that song came out

the garage door opened and she stood in the doorway smiling

how long have you been hiding in here? she asked

Since 1972 I replied

it must have been raining for 53 years

Put some travel in your belly

I have been so fortunate to travel extensively

exploring many places and seeing spectacular sights

tasting some incredible food along the way

the pandemic put a big damper on all travel

I had to find other ways to satisfy my travel urges

travel documentaries are fun but its not the same as being there

I seem to gravitate toward travel shows with a culinary theme

then the penny dropped

I can still travel around the world while staying at home

I just have to eat my way to different places

some nice fresh sushi sends me to Japan

moussaka magically has me mingling in Greece

nasi goreng has me noodling around Indonesia

swedish meatballs send me to Sweden

a rice and beans dish races me to Mexico

pho floats me all the way to Vietnam

pizza and ice cream puts me firmly in Italy

Irish stew with a Guinness has me shipped to Ireland 

kibbeh kicks me over to Lebanon

ceviche has me salivating in Peru

I can sip a fine port and be pondering in Portugal

a spicy chicken vindaloo curry whisks me off to India

magret de canard with a glass of Bordeaux makes me go to France

tapas takes me straight to Spain

moules frites has me mulling around Belgium

doner kebab delivers me to Turkey

poutine has me plodding around Canada

hot dogs heroically have me habitating in USA

Peking duck propels me to China

roast beef dinners religiously deliver me to England

haggis and a fine single malt heave me all the way to Scotland

pad Thai puts me perfectly into Thailand

dim sums deliberately drive me to Hong Kong

when my travel belly gets really big and pendulous

I check myself into solitary confinement for some dreary travel free dieting

Why men hate shopping with their partner

Men like to shop fast  

Planning their attack 

Like a hunting expedition

Identifying the prey in advance 

A quick territorial raid

Then a swift kill before a rapid retreat

Women prefer to shop slowly

Making long lists in advance

But stopping to browse at everything

Picking things up to feel, smell and shake them

Often changing their minds

Buying groceries is akin to picking berries in a field

How long will a man stay calm

When shopping with his partner

Usually half an hour at most

Boredom is replaced by frustration

He will typically seek an escape

I’ll wait for you in the car honey

Most couples shop individually

Wives left to browse the aisles alone

Husbands at home shop on line

Thats the beauty of Amazon

Its available whenever a man wants

Watching football and killing a shirt at half time

The wife lugs bulging bags back home

While he watches the end of the game

She expects praise for her thrifty gatherings

Holding up each item with reverence

Look at this great shirt I got for you honey

He stabs his phone and secretly cancels the Amazon shirt  

Spinach and speedos

I just finished

All my spinach

Been a tussle

Growing muscle

Wannabe a tough guy

Biceps like Popeye

Despite the toil

Limbs like Olive Oyl

Its a mortal sin

Arms stayed so thin

Belly is fat

Instead of flat

Mr Universe dream

Ran out of steam

Fat ass now on couch

500 reps of slouch 

Diet stuck in first gear

Open another beer

pass the remote

Snacks down throat

Wearing loose clothes

Over my speedos

A piece of colored fabric on a pole

imagine a piece of colored fabric on a pole

not very powerful objects you might think

but if they are of a certain shape and color they can

instill patriotism to an entire nation

be a symbol of pride freedom

announce a pending attack by pirates

declare a total surrender in battle

signal an infringement in a soccer match

locate the position of underwater scuba divers

stop an American football game for a penalty

strike fear over those conquered in battle

show a supporter’s allegiance to his favorite sporting team

mark the hole on a golf course

signal the end of a motor sports race

declare a beach unsafe for swimmers

inspire men to lay down their lives in war

be the focus of a remembrance ceremony

honor the passing of somebody

advertise a product or service

communicate by semaphore

a flag is so powerful yet its only a piece of colored fabric on a pole

She will have to go

beds are great for sleeping

you can wriggle around and get cosy

toss that extra pillow away

tear off the blanket if you get too hot

once asleep you can dream 

its your own escape world

anything is possible in your dreams

but all dreams have a finite life

I snap back to reality when I wake up

I get up and look at the bed with disdain

wrinkled sheets and crumpled  blankets

discarded pillows scattered all over the bedroom 

no this is not a dream

its that daily ritual that is such a boring chore

I have to make the bed again

once crisp smooth sheets 

refuse to give up their wrinkles

like aged grandmothers who forever lost their once smooth looks

the fitted bottom sheet has jumped off in the night

it must have shrunk 

I can never get it back as before

I have to keep walking around the bed

to line up the other side 

again and again and again and again

I do not want to walk all these miles before breakfast

I really only need one pillow for sleeping

so why must I decorate the bed with ten more

finally the bed is made and the chore is done

I feel weary enough to climb back in again

will somebody please invent a self making bed

one that automatically changes the sheets every week

I dream of waking up and looking at my messed up bed

then shouting ALEXA….MAKE THE BED

I actually asked her today

she gave me that annoying response

I am sorry I do not have that skill

ALEXA…HIRE A MAID TO MAKE THE BED

I am sorry I do not have that skill

she will have to go