Is that why I haven’t seen a streaker at a ball game in such a long time? Have they all become stay-at-home Zoombators now? That’s just lazy!
I tried to join you for that last session on launch day last week, but alas, I failed Zoom 101 and couldn’t get set up, then discovered my laptop’s speakers are not working anyhow…techno woes.
I'm convinced that poetry, if not the righter of all wrongs, at least makes the edges of everything a little softer. Sorry to hear that you got bombed, Jonathan...and/but, glad it inspired these words, which in turn inspired me to smile.
Thank you, Carole. Maybe it was the best thing that could’ve happened to deflate the pompous poetry tension. At any rate it makes for a good story in retrospect with a minimum of ptsd. Btw, I’m serous about the prize. Your limerick deserves one. So if you’ll dm me an address, I’ll have a complimentary copy of the book shipped to you.
I was inclined to write a limerick too, for the second Zoom call of that day, but whatever came to mind, I dismissed it right away... my husband wouldn't have liked it a bit :)
I attended a Zoom book launch that was Zoom bombed with racist and Nazi images. It was awful. The majority of the people attending were elderly women.
That’s awful. I feel I got off easy.
I'm ever amazed
by nefarious ways
people waste
their creativity
Ha ha - perfect capture.
Is that why I haven’t seen a streaker at a ball game in such a long time? Have they all become stay-at-home Zoombators now? That’s just lazy!
I tried to join you for that last session on launch day last week, but alas, I failed Zoom 101 and couldn’t get set up, then discovered my laptop’s speakers are not working anyhow…techno woes.
Oh Jonathan! I'm so sorry. I love that you can find the humor in it, though.
Rethinking my Zoom choices…..
That’s EXACTLY how it happened—lol
May the Zoom bomber find the capacity to regret the direction his life is taking and do something about it.
I'm convinced that poetry, if not the righter of all wrongs, at least makes the edges of everything a little softer. Sorry to hear that you got bombed, Jonathan...and/but, glad it inspired these words, which in turn inspired me to smile.
OK, here you go:
There once was a poet named Jon
Whose zoom session really went wrong
A grotesque participant
Made it an incident
showing his uncovered schlong
You win the prize, Carole!
Sorry you got off to a “rough” start! Your description was most humorous, however, and I’m amazed you could recover and continue so quickly.
Thank you, Carole. Maybe it was the best thing that could’ve happened to deflate the pompous poetry tension. At any rate it makes for a good story in retrospect with a minimum of ptsd. Btw, I’m serous about the prize. Your limerick deserves one. So if you’ll dm me an address, I’ll have a complimentary copy of the book shipped to you.
Sorry, Jonathan there are some seriously crazy people out there
I was inclined to write a limerick too, for the second Zoom call of that day, but whatever came to mind, I dismissed it right away... my husband wouldn't have liked it a bit :)
Wow. I didn't even know that Zoom Bombing was a thing....