Foible Follies (a poem)

We all have our foibles, I'm sure.

Some are more foibled than others,

But need we parade them in public?

My average sisters and brothers


Do you think you would turn to politics

If your copybook read like a Novel?

Wouldn't you  choose a less limelited life?

Or would you consistently grovel


To constituents, waving a glad hand

With a smile plastered onto your face?

Would turning your family inside out

Be worthy of the race?


Fame has its price, and sometimes

The cost may be worth the pay,

When the gifted leader who cashes the check

Can levitate over the fray.


But unless someone very special

Answers the Country's call,

Please spare us the sordid details

And yourself the ultimate fall.


Mimi Evans Winship

We all have our foibles, I'm sure.

Some are more foibled than others,

But need we parade them in public?

My average sisters and brothers


Do you think you would turn to politics

If your copybook read like a Novel?

Wouldn't you  choose a less limelited life?

Or would you consistently grovel


To constituents, waving a glad hand

With a smile plastered onto your face?

Would turning your family inside out

Be worthy of the race?


Fame has its price, and sometimes

The cost may be worth the pay,

When the gifted leader who cashes the check

Can levitate over the fray.


But unless someone very special

Answers the Country's call,

Please spare us the sordid details

And yourself the ultimate fall.


Mimi Evans Winship