Friday, June 24, 2011

Homebaked Shakespeare

To My Patron A.W.

Shall I compare thee to a Ball Park frank?
Thou art more steamy and immoderate.
Rough gossip spreads the image of your crank—
Though, to be fair, you started it, old mate.
Obama said: "If t'was me I'd resign,"
And so you didn't really have much choice;
You could cry "Wee-Wee-Wee" with tears of brine,
Or you could get some Ner-ve and raise your voice.
But, let's face it, you know there's no point;
Until some other moron makes the news,
You're stuck the butt of jokes and out of joint,
Singing the twitter "shoulda-woulda" blues.
An so Tho Ny a gal thinks that your fab,
It's time your Wee Neur-osis get rehabbed.

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