Furniture hospital

Here at the hospital we take care of beds,

Chairs, tables, shelves forgotten in sheds.

Here, for example, is a sofa we found

Abandoned near the main underground.

As you can see, the leather is peeling

Its legs are broken, lacking any feeling.

The plan of action is to make prosthetics

And a leather transplant with anesthetics.

Then, a recuperatory period takes place

Finally, released to the wild, if it doesn’t face

Any complications while it’s healing.

This is the stuff with what we’re dealing.

Everyday miracles for abandoned pieces

Of furniture covered in grime and greases.

For a positive ending, you can pet this chair

Hear it purr as you stroke its hair.



A friend was ill so I lent a hand,

Outdoor chores no longer unmanned.

Vital stuff done, I’m still raring to go:

“Go trim the hedges before we get snow.”

I’d never done that ever in my life,

But oversized scissors can’t be harder than a knife.

I get to work on a the rightmost hedge,

Examining thoroughly to find the right edge.

I start cutting and keep at it till

It’s become a ball that would roll down a hill.

That was too easy. Next! I get to work,

I get it: A droplet. And I go berserk.

Ten minutes later, what do I see,

The shape of rain that tickles every bee.

The third and biggest bush is all that remains.

I think of a shape and with great birthing pains

I remember the words of Antoine de Saint

And get to work without any restraint.

After the inspiration I take a look,

At what I accomplished, how much it took.

“A ball, a droplet, a bush no more…”

I breathe in and report on the chore.

“It’s done and now I’ll think I’ll leave.”

Almost round the block and then, I believe

I hear a shriek that could curdle blood.

I guess he saw what was nipped in the bud.

Magic potion

In Asterix they have a magic potion.

This, in itself, is quite a queer notion.

But what I would do with such an invention

Is mass produce it for frailness prevention.

A factory or two, pumping out the stuff,

Into the water supply, just like Joker’s bluff.

A small-ish dose for everyone around,

Might be the best painkiller to be found.

In the comic they get superhuman powers,

Superhuman speed, but still appreciate flowers.

They never get hurt, no matter how much

They fight, and the old guy even forgets his crutch.

Takes away pain, enhances mobility,

Available even to non-nobility.

If I was a druid in our present day

To make everyone strong would be my way.

Nine in ten

I’m reading a book on the most up-to-date information on the native peoples of the Americas. The diseases brought from Europe were simply unbelievable in their destructiveness.


Nine in ten dead from burning sores

Families, towns wiped out.

Piles of bodies, scores and scores,

How can there ever be any doubt?

Bustling cities, now no one in sight,

Farms taken back once again.

Entire peoples taken by blight

Nine in ten, nine in ten, nine in ten.

Smallpox, typhoid, measles are

Not known for much kindness.

Traditional healing arts from afar

Were like milk for blindness.

Immigrants from beyond the water

Came to see the destruction.

Told their sons and daughters

“This is all God’s construction.”

Took the lands that used to be

Homes to millions of mothers.

Tilled the soil, cut down the tree

Not much unlike the others.