So perplexing this weird month of June
It’s been hotter than a Sierra wildfire
I hope that I’ll see my sister soon
In the meantime we’ll sit and perspire
We’ve been watching the hearings on January Six
The picture gets worse by the day
Trump has been up to his most evil tricks
I hope he's charged with nine counts of foul play
French Open tennis, a most historic scene
Nadal faced Norwegian Casper Ruud
A straight set win, Rafa’s number fourteen
Casper, outclassed, was a feckless dude
Stephen Curry and pals played their finest hoops
The Warriors won the entire shebang
My sister Vicki cheered faithfully for the troops
Now time to relax from the Sturm und Drang
Our Improv class performed its last show
A melodrama, “The Factory of Despair”
We improv’d lines in the ongoing flow
The teacher’s reaction, “Keen wit and fine flair”
We attended a friend’s birthday party
A boat trip along the Ohio
The crowd was cool and arty
So long Covid, Oh Me-O-Mio
Katja’s purse disappeared one day
We searched every inch of each room
She called up Visa in utter dismay
But there was her purse by the broom
Each night I baited two traps with cheese
Each morning two bodies of mice
Murdering mice makes me feel like a sleaze
One more smallish mouse might suffice
Our attic air conditioner broke again
The water poured right through the ceiling
I first saw a pool on the rug in our den
“Dog bladder mishap” was my feeling
Our attic is home to a sizeable beast
Perhaps an opossum, perhaps a raccoon
Each night the bumping noises have increased
We will call the trapper number pretty soon
Our little dog Iko hates firecrackers
He whines and crawls under the bed
I get a bit peeved with the neighborhood slackers
Though I know there are worse things to dread
OLLI has started a new poetry group
It meets every Thursday for eight weeks
Just what I need to stay in the loop
And fiddle with poetic techniques
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