Election Section

Review of the Debates, A Poem: By PETER SOLOMON

Friday October 22, 2004

With the friendly assistance of the late Edward Lear: 

 

The Scowl and the Democrat went to see 

Who could get most of the vote. 

They took lots of money, pots and pots of money 

more than either one could tote. 

Scowl looked straight at the camera and said 

in a voice lke a rusted guitar 

“Ter-ror-rists, terrists, we want them all dead 

But you Dems are weak-kneed, you hesitate. 

We hate 

to wait. 

That’s why I am the best candidate.” 

 

Said Dem to the Scowl, “By fair means or foul 

I’ll kill them deader and quicker too. 

I’ll not only fight terror, I won’t make the error 

of going in unprepared like you.” 

“You voted against us, left us defenseless 

you’re always changing your mind, you.” 

“Not true!” 

“Is too!” 

And the air turned a rancorous blue. 

 

On such evidence, we choose presidents— 

who’s best in tone, in carriage— 

has good platform style, a one-liner file, 

is most quick to disparage. 

The content is thin, and subject to spin 

and served up with a runcible spoon 

Now play your roles, go to the pollls 

and hope for a happier tune 

and soon 

real soon 

and hope for a happier tune.›