Time to Retire (a poem)

Flailing about with helpless arm,

Tilting at anyone he can alarm,

This long-faced lugubriousnist supreme,

Still trying to live his impossible dream,

M. Kerry is a cheerless hang-dog of shame.

It's best he drop his sad quest for fame.

While dancing outside the group round the fire

This pathetic shadow still seeks to inspire

A generation that's already forgotten his name.

(For which the Swifites are clearly to blame).

Go back to Teresa.  Give it a rest.

You're a second rate would be.  You were never the best.

Mimi Evans Winship