For years it was the same old story
Our politicians, young or hoary
From every clan or category
Lacked the gift of oratory
I sure liked “W” a lot
He plainly put forth what was what
And what you saw was what you got
A great communicator? Not.
All the Courics and the Lauers
Ooohed and Aaahed and scattered flowers
At Clinton’s oratorical powers
And then he spoke for six more hours
At last the folks were keen to tune in
Amidst the markets wreck and ruinin’
To hear someone like Reagan croonin’
The words of Robinson and Noonan
So with the country so adrift
And looking for a little lift
“Give us change and make it swift”
Came one who claimed he had the gift
Between the risings and revolts
The daily drams of jars and jolts
Came language like a thousand volts
And when he finished—thunderbolts
Now two years later we have seen
What he said he didn’t mean
Plus the wit is not so keen
Unless he reads it from a screen
And so I urge him to think twice
You know we all must sacrifice
I’ll make it clear and quite concise
I offer now this good advice
Recall when Johnson thrilled the nation
The speech that earned him an ovation
Contained the famous peroration
I will not seek the nomination
(c)2010 Tarzana Joe
1 comment:
Oh, man. That was clever and cold. Good job.
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