It’s Nagging Day. Please don’t applaud
All those prodders who act like they’re god,
As they talk themselves hoarse:
“Go do this!” “Take that course!”
Here’s a thought: one-way tickets abroad.
Happy International Nagging Day! (August 14)
It’s Nagging Day. Please don’t applaud
All those prodders who act like they’re god,
As they talk themselves hoarse:
“Go do this!” “Take that course!”
Here’s a thought: one-way tickets abroad.
Happy International Nagging Day! (August 14)
It seems fitting, somehow, that I read about the LumoBack Sensor on International Nagging Day. It “straps around your lower waist to track your posture and vibrates whenever you slouch.”
Limerick Ode To The Posture Police
By Madeleine Begun Kane
The LumoBack Sensor’s a grouch—
It nags and berates when I slouch:
By dispensing bad vibes,
It poor-posture proscribes.
Shouldn’t slouching be cool on a couch?
*****
Note from Mad Kane: I’ve never actually tried this gadget. For all I know, having your “lower waist” (as opposed to your upper waist?) vibrate is a delightful experience.
Why’s there an “International Nagging Day?” Beats the heck out of me!
Limerick Ode To “International Nagging Day”
By Madeleine Begun Kane
International Nagging Day’s here,
Which is hardly a reason to cheer.
Why celebrate scolding?
This date ain’t worth holding—
Even naggers are likely to jeer.
Ode to A Nag
By Madeleine Begun Kane
There once was a nag known as Ag
Who was always displaying the flag.
Her patriot airs
Often earned her dark glares
And the theft of her flag as a gag.
(If you’re disappointed because you were expecting horse poems, don’t worry: My Horse of a Different Color is here and my Only In Queens is here.)