The poet William Stafford set himself the task of writing a poem a day. When someone asked him what he would do when his poem-of-the-day wasn't very good, he replied "I simply lower my standards." In order to increase output, the bar here is set at a low level - the point of this is to have some fun with current events and politics. I welcome contributions and comments. Now you can also follow Doggerelo on Twitter (@doggerelo). Because of continuing medical problems, I'm no longer able to post a poem-a-day. I'll continue to post poems, but at a reduced frequency, so please stay tuned.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

The Grate Debate

Rick and Mitt were having a fit
The air was filled with insults and spit
"On immigrants, Mitt, you'll have to admit
Your gardeners weren't legal, you hypocrite!"
"Rick, it'd help if you cooled down a bit: 
It's my turn to speak -  so be quiet you twit."

The catcalls, the bluster, the absence of wit:
Presidential you're not, Rick and Mitt. 
Posted by Doggerelo at Thursday, October 20, 2011

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