Yonder and ere, Berke Breathed earned the moniker "voice of his generation" for the following morsel of genius:
The wind doth taste of bittersweet
Like jasper wine and sugar
It no longer blows through others' feet
like those of Caspar Weinberger
In homage to Breathed, here's some ABAB poems for the entire Obama cabinet, in ascending order of succession.
Terrorists once put boom boom in their undies
And had planned it to go kablammo,
Now TSA cams zoom zoom into our weewees
By order of Janet Napolitano
Golsh dern fired! He shoulda knew better than
Dragging Rumsfeld through that there heck, kin ya' see?
But he got unretired, at a gig helpin' retired veterans,
So it all done worked out for Eric Shinseki
Consider the Retard - Dullard smile of elation
Neanderthal brow, and forehead so far sunken
Born dumb, yet promoted to chief of Education
Your story inspires us all, Arne Duncan.
The sneeze reverberated through the empty space.
"Gesundheit! Bless him, me and even you."
Such decorum, generosity and notes of fine grace
Defines the consummate gentleman: Steven Chu
"What do you want? Wine, women, and song?
I'll treat ya' right and I'll pay ya' good!"
"Thanks boss, but the only thing that rings my gong
Is being the one and only Mister Ray LaHood."
If you'd like to help those who own buildings and rent,
And stop the guys who can con a man,
Then stop by Housing and Urban Development
And look up my man Shaun Donovan.
(Thx to DJ Flav)
How does one manage to get through the day
With the battles they're battling so bilious?
You can make your work look as easy as play
If you're the estimable Kathleen Sibelius.
Always smokin' a dime
And chanting kill da police!
Wherever there's crime
You know it's Hilda Solis!
He's not very brash, he doesn't have flash.
His personality's so very Spock.
But if you need a secretary of managing cash
You'd better hire Gary Locke
The man gets questions like a corpse draws vultures.
He always answers "Let's bomb Iraq!"
It's a bold move for the field of agriculture,
But that's how it is with Tom Vilsack
Fear crept as America watched
BP's rig explode then fall apart
Placed on the necks of those who had botched
The drilling, was the boot of Ken Salazar
Our new Attorney General could have broke from the past
And tried to make America bolder
But he ran things the same as the guy who had the job last
Cause why rock the boat when you're Eric Holder?
"The best defense is a strong offense"
Is a motto long etched into copperplate
Let's hope America never plays defense
Cause we're now losing six wars under Robert Gates
He gets no respect at work or in love
Even his mother tells him to bite her.
But once he hits puberty he'll rise above
And stop being ashamed to be Tim Geithner
Dare say she's not tough?
Why, she'd pillory a g--d--- kitten!
The world's yet afraid to call the bluff
Of Hillary Rodham Clinton
There was an old man of Kilkenny,
Who never had more than a penny;
He spent all that money
In onions and Honey,
And...Oh God, you Bastards killed Kenny!
There once was a feller named Hall, of fame,
though he never did boast it or blare it.
Every Jan. 25, let's together proclaim:
Happy birthday to our good friend Gerrit!