He Who Must Not Be Laughed At (a poem)

James Lewis
I speak of One

Beyond compare.

Who came to save

The USA

(Chicago way,

That Is To Say.)



Beware! Beware!

He Isn't Funny!

Don't You Laugh!

Wipe Off That Smile

HWMN-BLA! HWMN-BLA! (*)

His Flashing Eyes

His Prancing Air



He baffles

All the Jokers

From Hollywood to Vine

Can't think of anything

To giggle at

No bumps and grinds

No flubs and slips

No pratfalls

And no banana peels

Ever Again!



Nothing to Laugh At

Nothing Funny

From Greenwich Village To The Vinyard

And Left Bank of the Seine

There's Nothing Here to Laugh At

Move On! You Just Move On!



Our Light-Worker is Serious

O Deadly, Deadly Serious

Has Come to Save the Planet,

To Stop the Rising Waters

With Nancy, Dick and Harry

All Congress Critters True

Don't Dare To Crack a Smile!



Alf Neuman and Mad Magazine

Look On in Baffled Awe

Those Ears! Those Ears!

Not Funny

No Bumping Into Walls

No Bowing Down to Saudi Kings


No Victory in WOT

(--- wot's NOT called WOT

No More)



The One

Who Can't

Be Laughed At

Because He's Good

And Bronzed So Well

And Leans so Left

He Might Fall Down

If We But Giggled

A teensy Bit


Beware! Beware!

Oh, Don't You Dare!

His Flashing Eyes! His Prancing Air!

Weave a circle around him thrice

and shut your eyes with holy dread


What Could Be Funny

‘Bout the Bamster

The One, the True

Who Makes Us Pure

Like JFK and LBJ,

And Jimmy's Way



In Days of Yore

Of Moral Politics

And Liberals Unsullied.

We've Lost Our Way

It's Sad to Say

So Sorry,

So, So Sorry,



Pray to Our Moral Betters

‘Round the Globe

Forgive Our Nation

Bowing Low

To Saudi Royals

Berlin Rallies

And Cairo Imams



So Sorry,

So, So Sorry,

Say We

For All Our Sins

Of Self-Defense

Post Nine One One

Two Thousand One.



Oh, Ne'er Again!

From Now Till Doomsday

We'll be Good

Won't Ever Waterboard

A Hood

No Matter What

They Do To Brooklyn

Or Washington, DC

Or Nancy's House

Of Ill Repute

Or Harry Reid

The Righteous Sage

Of Old Las Vegas

Real Estate


No matter if

We lose Wall Street

That Place of Money-Grubbing

Greed

No, No, No more Abuse

We Swear,

We have our Standards

Up to bear


No Constitution USA

But UN law

Chicago way

We need to blast

The CIA,

And

General Motors

B of A

Buy Chrysler

Sell Them Low,

Buy High



But Save Our Souls

In Detroit City

With Supreme Justices

Ruled by Pity

No Rule of Law

For Us No Mo'

For Those in Need

Who Rob a Sto'


HWMN-BLA, HWMN-BLA! (*)

I hear you say

Obamanoids

Will make our day

Down, down we say

The USA


For we now know

Chicago Way.

 (*) HWMN-BLA, pronounced HUMMN-BLAH. To be pronounced devoutly, while head-knocking on a cold floor toward Washington, D.C.


James Lewis denies any responsibility.
I speak of One

Beyond compare.

Who came to save

The USA

(Chicago way,

That Is To Say.)



Beware! Beware!

He Isn't Funny!

Don't You Laugh!

Wipe Off That Smile

HWMN-BLA! HWMN-BLA! (*)

His Flashing Eyes

His Prancing Air



He baffles

All the Jokers

From Hollywood to Vine

Can't think of anything

To giggle at

No bumps and grinds

No flubs and slips

No pratfalls

And no banana peels

Ever Again!



Nothing to Laugh At

Nothing Funny

From Greenwich Village To The Vinyard

And Left Bank of the Seine

There's Nothing Here to Laugh At

Move On! You Just Move On!



Our Light-Worker is Serious

O Deadly, Deadly Serious

Has Come to Save the Planet,

To Stop the Rising Waters

With Nancy, Dick and Harry

All Congress Critters True

Don't Dare To Crack a Smile!



Alf Neuman and Mad Magazine

Look On in Baffled Awe

Those Ears! Those Ears!

Not Funny

No Bumping Into Walls

No Bowing Down to Saudi Kings


No Victory in WOT

(--- wot's NOT called WOT

No More)



The One

Who Can't

Be Laughed At

Because He's Good

And Bronzed So Well

And Leans so Left

He Might Fall Down

If We But Giggled

A teensy Bit


Beware! Beware!

Oh, Don't You Dare!

His Flashing Eyes! His Prancing Air!

Weave a circle around him thrice

and shut your eyes with holy dread


What Could Be Funny

‘Bout the Bamster

The One, the True

Who Makes Us Pure

Like JFK and LBJ,

And Jimmy's Way



In Days of Yore

Of Moral Politics

And Liberals Unsullied.

We've Lost Our Way

It's Sad to Say

So Sorry,

So, So Sorry,



Pray to Our Moral Betters

‘Round the Globe

Forgive Our Nation

Bowing Low

To Saudi Royals

Berlin Rallies

And Cairo Imams



So Sorry,

So, So Sorry,

Say We

For All Our Sins

Of Self-Defense

Post Nine One One

Two Thousand One.



Oh, Ne'er Again!

From Now Till Doomsday

We'll be Good

Won't Ever Waterboard

A Hood

No Matter What

They Do To Brooklyn

Or Washington, DC

Or Nancy's House

Of Ill Repute

Or Harry Reid

The Righteous Sage

Of Old Las Vegas

Real Estate


No matter if

We lose Wall Street

That Place of Money-Grubbing

Greed

No, No, No more Abuse

We Swear,

We have our Standards

Up to bear


No Constitution USA

But UN law

Chicago way

We need to blast

The CIA,

And

General Motors

B of A

Buy Chrysler

Sell Them Low,

Buy High



But Save Our Souls

In Detroit City

With Supreme Justices

Ruled by Pity

No Rule of Law

For Us No Mo'

For Those in Need

Who Rob a Sto'


HWMN-BLA, HWMN-BLA! (*)

I hear you say

Obamanoids

Will make our day

Down, down we say

The USA


For we now know

Chicago Way.

 (*) HWMN-BLA, pronounced HUMMN-BLAH. To be pronounced devoutly, while head-knocking on a cold floor toward Washington, D.C.


James Lewis denies any responsibility.