PrintApril 6, 2007
Time to Retire (a poem)
Flailing about with helpless arm,
Tilting at anyone he can alarm,
This long-faced lugubriousnist supreme,
Still trying to live his impossible dream,
M. Kerry is a cheerless hang-dog of shame.
It's best he drop his sad quest for fame.
While dancing outside the group round the fire
This pathetic shadow still seeks to inspire
A generation that's already forgotten his name.
(For which the Swifites are clearly to blame).
Go back to Teresa. Give it a rest.
You're a second rate would be. You were never the best.
Mimi Evans Winship
