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Soft spoken poseur
and choking obstructionist
Heimliched by the vote
You know, I went over to Sondra K’s blog, and I sat there for a few minutes, staring at my keyboard, before coming to the realization that Tom Daschle just doesn’t inspire my poetic side.
Go figure.
Hughes Mearns’s “The Little Man”
As I was walking up the stair
I met a man who wasn’t there;
He wasn’t there again today.
I wish, I wish he’d stay away.
He inspires me to show concern. Concern.
Oh hey! I peeled off a haiku and a limerick off the top of my head! Though I doubt I’ll return to this particular theme in my future creations…
There once was a Democrat named Daschle
Whose definition of partisanship was faschle
He was sure all the blight
Must be coming from the right
But really, he was just being an aschle.
Bravo McGehee! The scansion needs a bit of work, but the rhymes are Byronic.
Hard to argue with that.
My favorite Byronic stanza:
Her favourite science was the mathematical,
Her noblest virtue was her magnanimity,
Her wit (she sometimes tried at wit) was Attic all,
Her serious sayings darken’d to sublimity;
In short, in all things she was fairly what I call
A prodigy—her morning dress was dimity,
Her evening silk, or, in the summer, muslin,
And other stuffs, with which I won’t stay puzzling.
OK Here’s the best I can do without really working:
Adieu to Mr. Daschle
His favourite pursuit was the political,
His noblest virtue was his consternation,
His partisan devotion was fanatical,
His wife’s finances caused some perturbation;
Quite short he was, and often spoke in what I call
A monotone—his speeches to the nation
Left much to be rhetorically desired.
And none too soon it was that he retired.
Okay. So that would make Gail the smart Angel, Sabrina. If Diana will agree to be the street smart angel Kelly then I can be (of course) the atletic Farrah Fawcet nut–Jill.
This is better than the friggin’ wonder twins and their monkey–Gleek(?). Let’s go fight crime in tight pants!
Go next door. All will be revealed.
Okay. Not ALL.
Poor Tom Daschle lost.
Now Dakota’s a “Red State”;
Query: North or South?
Uh, JayDub, better check the syllabic count on line two.
(Gail, was going to catch it anyway.)
You mean “And choking obstructionist”? It’s fine if you pronounce “tion” as “shun”
They came together, proudly, fiercely
(Anger seething, eyes welled up),
To honor the man who bravely led them
Into failure.
Thank you, Gail. And kelly, I suggest “Hooked on Phonics.” With all due respect.
It was a dark and stormy night
Short and tall in the rain
The wind became so strong
It blew the brown dog of it’s chain
This time, bogus votes
from the reservation were
not worth one red cent.
Bleed! Bleed with the drying of the eyes
Upon the soft shore of indiscriminate wharfs,
Whose blind-eye-pilings
Dwarf the dregs of the lands end roarings.
Hey, Ana, funny you should mention Gail and Diana. I was talking to Gail, and she said she thought you guys were the Three Musketettes of PW. I said that there must be a musk joke in there somewhere, but outside the confines of PW, I felt strangely ooky about looking for it.
Anyway, here’s my favorite poem:
(I think I may have mentioned this here before)
CRANK IT UP REALLY LOUD!!!!
Ridin’ down the highway
Goin’ to a show
Stop in all the by-ways
Playin’ rock ‘n’ roll
Gettin’ robbed
Gettin’ stoned
Gettin’ beat up
Broken boned
Gettin’ had
Gettin’ took
I tell you fooks
It’s harder than it looks
It’s a long way to the top
If you wanna rock ‘n’ roll
It’s a long way to the top
If you wanna rock ‘n’ roll
If you think it’s easy doin’ one night stands
Try playin’ in a rock roll band
It’s a long way to the top
If you wanna rock ‘n’ roll
Hotel, motel
Make you wanna cry
Lady do the hard sell
Know the reason why
Gettin’ old
Gettin’ grey
Gettin’ ripped off
Under-paid
Gettin’ sold
Second hand
That’s how it goes
Playin’ in a band
It’s a long way to the top
If you wanna rock ‘n’ roll
It’s a long way to the top
If you wanna rock ‘n’ roll
If you wanna be a star of stage and screen
Look out it’s rough and mean
It’s a long way to the top
If you wanna rock ‘n’ roll
It’s a long way to the top
If you wanna rock ‘n’ roll
It’s a long way to the top
If you wanna rock ‘n’ roll
It’s a long way to the top
If you wanna rock ‘n’ roll
Well, it’s a long way
It’s a long way, (they tell me)
It’s a long way, such a long way
Miss you, Bon.
And Sean, speaking of Miss Sondra, she told me the meaning of life recently. One night when I was about seventeen, I was tripping my brains out in my parents’ living room, and I discovered the meaning of life, but I couldn’t remember it later. Oh, well. Anyway, THE MEANING OF LIFE, by SondraK. You guys ready? (You girls know this already)
Pussy trumps everything.
There ya go.
So I guess pussy = 42?
CraigC, include boobs and you got it.
You men.
Boobs? Eh, if you seen one, you’ve seen them both.
So who’s playing Kris Monroe, Jill’s little sister?
Like Captain Eleven
On KELO-TV
CBS Sioux Falls
He had the Wisdom of Solomon
And the Strength of Atlas
And Popeye cartoons for all
You, Tom Daschle
Are Captain Eleven
/extreme_midwest_inside_joke
And in case anyone is interested in extreme midwest inside jokes…
http://www.sd4history.com/Unit9/captian11.htm
Speaking of pussy, and we were, I wonder what this guy was feeding kitty. Or maybe the catbox really needed cleaning. Cats hate that, you know.
In D.C., we had Cap’n Tugg on Channel 5. Who outranks who between a Cap’n and a Captain?
Craig, that was just a catnip deal gone bad.
Anybody grow up in Cincinnati? We had Uncle Al and his sidekick wife, Captain Windy. Really. Uncle Al was a private pilot who took a couple of my friends from middle school for a ride when they met him at the airport. He caused the plane to drop precipitously to give the kids a thrill and, according to them, said “How do you like that, girls? Dry sex.”
Your friends didn’t know that any guy named “Uncle Al” is probably a weenie-wagger?
We barely knew what a weenie was back then.
short
such a small word
insignificant
negligible
powerless
without height
such is Daschle
short