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To the Editor: 

Mr. Worthington's verse moved me to respond in kind... 

The Poet-Politician (with due apologies to Edward Lear) 

The Poet-Politician went to see 

The City Council of Berklee. 

He had a petition, outlining his position, 

That ‘twas published in the local Dailee. 

The Poet-Pol looked to the mayor above 

And sang when yielded the floor: 

“O lovely Mayor, O Mayor my love, 

Let us not, against Iraq, go to war, 

To war, 

To war! 

Let us not, against Iraq, go to war!” 

The Mayor said to the Pol-Poet, “Its true, I know it, 

How charmingly sweet you sing: 

‘Bring sanity back, don't attack Iraq!’ 

But how can you stop this thing?” 

So he sailed away, for a year and a day, 

To the land where foreign policy is decreed 

And there in a bog, the land of backlog, 

He found Washington, D.C. 

D.C. 

D.C. 

He found Washington, D.C. 

“Dear Mr. Rumsfield,” he said, “your plans must be repealed.” 

Said Rummy, “Of course I agree.” 

Hip hip hooray! He had carried the day, the Poet-Pol from Berklee! 

Here ends our fantasee, for foreign policy, you see, comes not from lyrical City Councilmen. 

They should focus, be clear, on problems 'round here 

Like finding us places to park, 

To park, 

To park, 

Like finding us places to park!  

Nathan Jones, 

Berkeley