Calvin Trillin Style [Week's News
Poem by Khakjaan Wessington, January 18, 2013]
This week's iambic news must rhyme the
trite
With facts and names that fade when out
of sight.
Did you hear about the trillion dollar
mint?
An after dinner platinum coin we print
To bribe the sober headache aftermath
Of spendthrift ways; the pain of
laughter's wrath.
Oh Calvin, any kid can write like you;
So why do you when verse's jobs are
few?
Perhaps that's why the choppers never
strafe
The people in your poems, why they're
safe
Ensconced in paper sheafs inside your
mind
Despite the desert heat, jihadikind.
I know your silly sort:
Quick to retort—
Both rapid
And vapid.
Well maybe we can talk about the guns
That don't work as Shel
Silverstein-style puns?
I hear that Congress wants control.
A stack of parchment shall patrol
The empty depths of human wit,
Because the poets cannot fill it.
ps: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOYLIT!
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