Here are 2 more personal political cleaves from Jennifer Semple Siegel.
If Obama were in the Army, you’d call him–A FIVE-STAR GENERAL
If he were an athlete, you’d call him–A GOLD MEDALIST
If he were a plumber, you’d call him–A MUCH IN-DEMAND MASTER PROFESSIONAL
If he were a student, you’d call him–A PH.D. CANDIDATE (ABD)
If he were your doctor, you’d call him–ASAP!!!!
(First published here).
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Mavericks (Apologies to William Wordsworth)
The cock is crowing — The Mav’rick a-groaning
The stream is flowing — The bullshit a-running
The small birds twitter — The GOP a-flitter
The lake doth glitter — The banks a-slippin’
The green field sleeps in the sun; — In fog, the Moose a-hidin’
The oldest and youngest — He and She wanna-bees
Are at work with the strongest; — At odds with odds the longest;
The cattle are grazing, — Joe’s six-packs are amazin’
Their heads never raising; — Their polls ne’er a-risin’;
There are forty feeding like one! — Seven hundred billion? Who won?
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Like an army defeated — The Mav’ricks march unheeded
The snow hath retreated, — The rescue near defeated,
And now doth fare ill — Almost disappearin’ to nil
On the top of the bare hill; — Come the Dems to save the bill;
The plowboy is whooping–anon-anon: — Former playboy, flound’ring–Viet-nam:
There’s joy in the mountains; — There’s no joy in mudslinging;
There’s life in the fountains; — No life in the campaignin’;
Small clouds are sailing, — There’s a-slumpin’ in autumn,
Blue sky prevailing; — Barracuda’s a-floppin’;
The rain is over and gone! — Over and gone: McPalin’s pain!
Seed Poem: “March,” by William Wordsworth
(First published here).
The Cleave 