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Two personal political cleaves from Jennifer Semple Siegel

In submission on October 28, 2008 at 7:42 am

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).


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?


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).

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  • All Along the Campaign Trail! by Jennifer Siegel

    In submission on October 23, 2008 at 6:59 am
    A personal political cleave poem by Jennifer Semple Siegel,
    seeded with Robert Louis Stevenson.
    (First appearance: here).
                    All Along the Campaign Trail!
           In the other gardens -- On the endless networks
           And all up the vale, -- And all through cyberspace,
       From the autumn bonfires -- From Springtime surprises
           See the smoke trail! -- Now see how they placed!
           Pleasant summer over -- Conventions now passed
    And all the summer flowers, -- And all summer potshots,
           The red fire blazes, -- O'Biden blazes hot,
         The grey smoke towers. -- McPalin does not.
        Sing a song of seasons! -- Sing a song of absurdity!
       Something bright in all! -- All frightful in Fall!
         Flowers in the summer, -- Hucksters all through Summer,
             Fires in the fall! -- One winner nabs all!
    --Seed Poem: "Autumn Fires," Robert Louis Stevenson--

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