Cas Balicki in British Columbia wrote that he hoped to lighten my day with “this bit of doggerel written in elegiac (the most suitable for the occasion) form.”

I just have to share it with other Corner readers.

Tea in Niger Pour out my dear I like mine clear No milk to befog In this political smog Among the scones, tarts and pies Who’ll spot the political lies Ah! Devonshire cream This must be a dream Lather on the jams and jellies It’s the politics of full bellies Dibs on the last crumpet Bids the Vanity Fair strumpet What’s that at the end of the tray Yellow cake, you don’t say Alas, time to leave this resort And write my CIA report All the rest, as they say, is history Armitage dispelled the mystery Or was it Wilson to Corn Big mouth to lowly inkhorn Oh! what a bummer Ain’t no Fitzmas this summer Rove’s out of the jam Powell’s on the lam We’re done with Plame And her fifteen minutes of fame