Since I can't seem to come up with doggerel of my own...

...if I want to join in on telynor's meme, I'll have to settle for reposting this old chestnut:

Spellbound
by Pennye Harper

I have a spelling checker;
It came with my PC.
It plainly marks four my revue
Mistakes I cannot sea.
I've run this poem threw it;
I'm sure your pleased too no.
It's letter-perfect in it's weigh.
My checker tolled me sew.

As I sit and edit web pages for my daily bread, it somehow seemed apropos.

Happy birthday today...

...to the lovely and talented kayshapero!

Little guy to big corporation, four decades ago: This town ain't big enough for the both of us

American Public Media's five-nights-weekly public radio business-news show, Marketplace, reported yesterday on the anniversary of the day a small-town greasy spoon in the Midwest won a legal battle to keep the name it had taken long before a chain of fast-food stores thought to use it.
No Burger Kings Within 40 Miles of the Original Burger King, By Court Order
Not often these days you see the little guy win out in a case like this.

Finally, a doggerel of my own

Special for the Harper's Doggerel Day:
( On my last evening's entertainment. )

My annual message for the season

Posted here every year around this time since 2003, perhaps the single most truthful, most meaningful statement of what Jesus Christ's birthday is supposed to be about since Linus' in A Charlie Brown Christmas. It comes to us courtesy of lead actor Bill Murray as Francis Xavier "Frank" Cross, Superman: The Movie director Richard Donner and screenwriters Mitch Glazer and Michael O'Donoghue, in their 1988 Dickens sendup, Scrooged:

( '...for a couple of hours out of the whole year, we are the people that we always hoped we would be.' )