Ode to an Also-Ran
Not Ready for Big-Boy Pants.
Rebecca Savransky of the Hill: "Sen. Rand Paul (R-Ky.) is blaming the GOP for his exclusion from the main debate stage in this week's Republican presidential debate, saying the decision may cost the party the support of libertarian voters. 'They have been saying for months they're going to narrow the field, but I don't think it's the job of the establishment in the Republican Party to decide who is and who isn't [in],' he said on MSNBC's 'Morning Joe' on Wednesday morning.... Paul, who is boycotting the 'undercard' debate that will be held before the main event, said he's being pushed out because he has a 'unique voice.'"
I just yelled, "you lie" really loud. Good thing I'm not there. #SOTU
— Dr. Rand Paul (@RandPaul) January 13, 2016
So now we turn to the high arts (assuming doggerel qualifies) & our poet-in-residence Akhilleus for his versification of Paul the Younger:
The Children's Hour (apologies to Longfellow)
Between dark thoughts and unbecoming cupidity
Comes a trying time of immense stupidity
When scowling Confederates begin to glower
That is known cross the nation as the Children's Hour.
I see on the Tee-Vee machine and the papers
Curmudgeonly candidates and their ineffectual capers
I read in reports, and hear sour bleating
Black thoughts in their minds, hearts out they are eating
Especially the little one, a smelly rug on his head
His tiny fists pounding the floor by his bed
In such great distress, he's been kicked off the stage
So he'll pick up his ball and off home he will rage
"It just isn't fair" he whinnies and whines
His rug all askew as he pulls down the blinds
He sits in his room and refuses to breathe
"When I'm blue, they'll be sorry" and commences to grieve
His time as a bidder for high office is spent
Meantime he can still show them all his rear end
Watching the SOTU alone he espies
The man he hates so and yells out "He lies!"
This makes him feel manly, his feelings so hurt
But he takes time to go on the radio and blurt
That that black man's a phony and should just admit
That he'd rather play golf and pick up and quit.
He wonders just why no one wants him to win
The Orange head bozo's their favorite, Oh, sin!
So he grumps and he groans, between and betwixt
Life can be hard when you're just turning six.
Reader Comments (2)
After I saw the picture, I had a feeling there was a poem to follow! And--surprise, surprise--the author is the renowned Akhellius, President of Paul the Younger's daycare center.
Great matchup! The photo + the poem! Outstanding!