Reporters all like brouhahas
They sure are lots of funYou don’t know what’s a brouhaha
Well, Watergate was one
Bridgegate is another
And those cable guys pursue itAsking ol’ Chris Christie
What he knew and when he knew it
It’s as if every anchor
There on M S N B C
Lives or has a cousin
Stuck in traffic in Ft. Lee
It’s what across the nation
All the media enjoyExcept for in Hawaii
Where they call them brou ha hoi
The Russian word for brouhaha
I just don’t want to tryI know that in Jerusalem
They call them HAZARAI
The problem with a brouhaha
You never know when stuff’llBlow up from a (you know what)
Into a real kerfuffle
You issue a denial
Your spokesman shouts and stompsAnd what was a kerfuffle’s
Now a full blown contre temps
Today’s administration
They sure have had their share
Of fracases, to-dos and rows
As you might be aware
A tumult and a hub bub
Lesser powers might defeatBut far beyond the notice
Of the media elite
The strategy they’ve seized upon
Like none that came before itPresented with a crisis
Quite simply, they ignore it.
1 comment:
I so appreciate how you record history through poetry. Like Mary Katheryn Hamm, the word contretemps amused me (I'm a language teacher) and I had to look it up to remind myself of what its meaning is. Great poem - love your work.
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