[One of my hopeless competitors–T.S. Eliot]
I must admit to a poetical streak in my nature. I can hold it back no longer. As if struck by lightning, the following two poems occurred to me.
After decades of national trauma,
Brought on by two terms of Obama,
On the tips of her toes,
And canceled the liberal Drama.
Pretty cool, eh? Eat your heart out, T.S. Eliot. And then there’s this:
Progressives found some dynamite,
Couldn’t understand it quite.
Unbridled hubris never pays:
It rained libs for seven days.
Now if that doesn’t get you, what will? All I gotta do now is wait for that call from the Pulitzer Prize Committee.