Thursday, September 16, 2004

Poetry

Since the first (and only) prize for the baby pool(s) is an original poem, I thought maybe I should give you a sample of what you could expect.

So, here's an original limerick. (a low form of poetry, I know, but poetry nonetheless)

There once was a newsman named Rather
Whose reporting was useless palaver
He thought he'd caught George
But the memos were forged
Now everyone calls him "old Blather."

Or we could go with the alternate ending if you prefer, (and I do)

There once was a newsman named Rather
Whose reporting was useless palaver
He thought he'd caught George
But the memos were forged
Now everyone calls him "a partisan hack with a long history of slanting the news who wouldn't recognize the truth if it mugged him and called him Kenneth."

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