Spring Has Sprung, Fall Has Fell…

Yes, it’s that time of year, a change-of-seasons cartoon, this Sunday from exactly two years ago today. Poetry is cheating, sort of, if one chooses to look at it that way. It’s something to fall back on when a more traditional joke refuses to present itself. However, I enjoy writing rhyming couplets and limericks, although I will be the first to admit I have turned out some dreadful verse. Still, I have turned out some poetry of which I’m proud. Maybe I’ll gather a few more, and we’ll go through them here. For the record, you usually can get away with writing “hell” in the comics these days, although there was a time not long ago when it would have been absolutely verboten. However, if I hadn’t thrown that curve at the end, it wouldn’t have been as funny. And yes, “ary” is in the dictionary.

24 thoughts on “Spring Has Sprung, Fall Has Fell…”

  1. I wouldn’t mind the summer heat quite as much if it’d just cool down enough at night to quell the mosquitoes, say around 45F. I don’t mind wearing a jacket and light gloves while playing astronomer.

  2. I don’t mind the summer heat when I am swimming, but at most other times it is excessive, especially if you have to be out in it for extended periods of time. And I agree with TruckerRon that it is a shame when it finally cools down enough in the evening to start to enjoy being outside, those pesky mosquitoes swarm in and the itching and slapping gets really annoying!

    On the other hand, the summer weather fosters all kinds of beautiful flowers, trees, birds and other wildlife that are quite enjoyable to watch through a window, while running the AC inside. So barring the occasional hurricane, Gulf Coast weather (early summer, SUMMER, still summer, and Christmas) ain’t bad.

  3. If you want to keep the mosquitoes down, just put a bat house on the side of your home on the sunny side. (Bats like it warm in the daytime.) They’ll eat lots and lots of flying insects every night and the house itself is a one-time expense.

  4. Wife: “No.”
    Husband: “Why not? It’s a good name.”
    Wife: “We are not calling the new dog Sarah Jessica Barker. Keep thinking.”
    Husband: “Woofie Goldberg?”

  5. JJ
    It is Paraprosdokian.

    Paraprosdokians are figures of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected and is frequently humorous.

    One of my favorite authors (Tom Holt) uses Paraprosdokians frequently.

  6. Interestingly none of my old boyfriends ever looked me up. However many are lomg deceased and others seem lacking in social media skills. Then too several went to prison for murder, mafia connections and money laundering! And others had 7-8 marriages so probably can’t remember girlfriend’s?

  7. Jimmy, this poem is not bad; it’s kind of nice. (Nor, I was just thinking, is it much of a compliment to write that it is better than Rod McKuen’s, for most any poetry is better than his.) I’d be tempted to delete the “the” before “dusk”—and maybe before “north”—to improve the rhythm. The “crisp” and “clear” alliteration helps get things off to a promising and lyrical start, but soon the overuse of “-ell” words does its wonderful job of growing ridiculous—such a neat springboard for the, what’s that word new to me? The paraprosdokian. Thanks, Old Bear! Reminds me of a really ridiculous opening symphony movement by Mozart, K. 186b, which eventually has so many cliché trills it’s silly stupid! But the boy was only 18 and having a bit of a blast.

  8. My mother would have washed my mouth out for saying “hell”. But here in Missoula we have a Hellgate Elementary school (and high school) named after a local canyon, where the Blackfeet tribe used to slaughter trespassers. The French trappers who first ventured into the region found many skeletons in the area from tribal conflicts and named it The Gates of Hell.

  9. Here in Oklahoma we had a town named Hell Town. Local lure is it was named during early oil exploration days for the drunkenness, fights, prostitution, shootings that took place. The modern city fathers have changed the name.

  10. There is a Hellgate Bridge to get off Manhattan Island.
    Where there is a will, I want to be on it.
    You don’t need a parachute to skydive. You only need a parachute to skydive twice.
    I’m supposed to respect my elders, but it is getting harder and harder to find one now.
    We never really grow up…. we only learn how to act in public.

  11. The Hellgate Bridge in New York City does connect the borough/county of Queens with the borough of Manhattan [which is the county of New York], but the section of Manhattan is Randall’s Island, which was never typically visited during my youthhood, 1940-1960. It is distinctly not what people visualize when hearing/reading “Manhattan”. Maybe it is more popular nowadays.

    The bridge, however, is a railroad bridge if I recall correctly. Current google maps view reinforces that, unless there is a lower level with a road, invisible from the air. Perhaps eMb knows.

  12. Correction on Healdton, Oklahoma name. It was named for early postmaster named Heald (he named it for himself) but when oil was found in 1920s the small town went to hell with roughnecks and sin when it became known as Hell Town, a name it took awhile to lose.

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