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The Poetry of Politics

©2011 by LeeZard

She was breathless on the phone call,

"There was a Republican
Who lived in the South.
He still looked the same
With his foot in his mouth."

"Mother Goose," I exclaimed, "I wasn't expecting to hear from you until 2012!"
"I know," she said in a rare moment of prose, "But....

I thought I could wait, maybe go play the flute, But look who they gave us, Romney and Newt."
And, so dear readers, our favorite political analyst is back, just in time for the circus called the 2012 presidential primary season. Ma Goose take it away.
They've been running for years, 2012's their obsession, I think they forgot, There's still a recession!
What happened to Herman, The front runner Cain? His campaign run down by a runaway train. He diddled with this, he fondled her that, He messed with the girls, Like a good Democrat.

            Look at the field  Even sans Palin,
The Grand Ol' Party
Seems like it's failing'.