Sonnet For Colin McEnroe
When pledge day comes and Colin takes the mic
His listeners ‘pon the edge their chairs do sit
And wallets out, both rich and poor alike
Do calculate just what their budgets fit
His lofty sonic effort to support
Through means most tightly strain’ed by the times
Yet who amongst them would not still resort
To begging, theft or e’er more heinous crimes
For McEnroe’s a tonic for our state
An edifying, entertaining rake
Who makes us laugh and keeps us up to date
And all the while makes politicians quake
Yes, his show afflicts the comfortable sore
But comforts the afflicted… even more.
Outstanding, Patrice!
By: Judith Milardo on November 1, 2009
at 11:49 pm
Thanks, Judith! I dashed it off quickly… fun.
By: patricefitz on November 8, 2009
at 11:41 pm