Bittersweet Paparazzo

"Bittersweet Britespede rips twin, Abagail!"

The wonder is she lived to tell the tale.

I'd love to write up this steamy saga.

It'd leave New Yorker readers gaga

And turn even the paparazzi pale,

Could I some way reduce to words

The badness of the naughty birds.

They surely would be fun to nail!

Unfortunately, my dear old Lutheran muse

Tells me, in no uncertain terms, I must refuse:

Some things are too fierce to mention

Even with the very best intention!

Sprung from a line of pious pastors,

I'm bound to heed my saintly masters.

Wednesday, August 13, 2025