Maybe it’s the coffee or the heat. This morning, at the computer, I am strangely nostalgic. About what I’m not sure. This, I’ll let that go until I figure it out.
There are many things I could write about, things that don’t involve me being stuck in 1982. Many are boring. It’s Sunday and I don’t feel like being bored.
Thus, I have decided to re-post a popular piece from last year, this one you’re about to read (maybe again, maybe for the first time). The Pied Pollster is a poem about a town overrun with political rodents. This is, after all, election season. Enjoy.
Once upon a time … that’s how children’s stories begin. This is a children’s story for adults. Adults and children – anybody with a pulse really. Enjoy.
Once upon a time …
An anachronistic time;
Yet five hundred years ago;
“Anachronistic” means mixed up;
My words do surely show; …
There was a happy little town;
The people there were healthy and cheerful;
Their rosy faces round.
No troubles had the folks;
Beyond a trifling few;
The grass was always green;
The sky was always blue.
Unto this joyous hamlet;
A plague did come one day;
The people’s hearts were troubled;
There was a frightful fray.
Their bodies began a squirmin’;
Due to the awful vermin;
Worse than rabid rats, much worse;
There came the Battle sound;
Filthy politicians! had found the happy town!
Some were Republicrats;
Demopublicans there were too;
Some said the town was red;
Others claimed it…
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PERRIN LOVETT 