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