Before, I thought him the most prosaic of candidates. Now, each picture of him stirs me to poetry — or something.
Here’s my latest:
Cynosure of eyes
They hung on every word
But not anymore
Before, I thought him the most prosaic of candidates. Now, each picture of him stirs me to poetry — or something.
Here’s my latest:
Cynosure of eyes
They hung on every word
But not anymore
Did you take that picture, Brad? If so, nice shot. If not, I’m sure the photog would like a little credit posted below it.
It’s AP. I run two kinds of pictures on this blog — ones that I shoot myself (and here’s one I shot very much like the one you refer to), and AP. That was AP.
But the haiku’s mine:
Oh, wait: I can think of one recent case where the photos were by somebody else, and I credited him.
But you were trying to make some sort of point, right? Don’t tell me — you came here from the lawyer blog…
The Brylcreem only
Went so far,a lot of dab
Just didn’t do it
Mitt is in the rye
His campaign like roses died
Oh,conservative sorrow
Of course,the last one wasn’t strict Haiku.Those liberals changed the rules.
He’s in the rye, and this time there was no catcher.
Bill, I like that last line: "Oh, conservative sorrow." And no, I’m not saying I like it politically, but aesthetically. It’s evocative.
Personally, though, I prefer using Wildroot in my poetry:
You have to be of a certain age to get that one.
I did indeed link from the WSJ law blog.
And now a little license of my own:
Photojournalists
Frame moments of history
Their reward: credit.
Thanks for the update.
” twas a gent from ole Mass
who rose out of the upper class
with the money to last
til the voters dumped him on his a s.
FREE VERSE BABY!
Not “brainwashed” like Dad
A loser just the same, but…
Rendered Huck’s “dels” moot.
J.D. on my case
upholds rights of property
(intellectual)
As long as we’re into poetry:
Roses are red;
violets are blue;
Mitt is out;
and Huck will be, too.
The swervative conservative
Met an hors d’oeuvreative conservative
At the public trough.
Before the dinner
Reached full tenor
The gloves came quickly off.
Lies were told and back pats swapped.
Votes were sold and flips were flopped.
But neither did either the other co-opt
Until the feeding frenzy stopped.
Bob, please keep writing. Even doggerel is far better than most of the right-wing ranting on some of these threads. You make me want to wax poetic myself.