Posted by Phil Trieb on December 16, 1998 at 11:57:45:
I just stumbled on your site. Don't know if this is the correct way to submit some work, but thought I'd give it a try. Please advise.
A LIMERICK ON THE MEANING OF IS The president knows not what "is" means And the intelligence of all he demeans Such deceitful word games As he everyone blames But himself, when he let drop his jeans.
1998 by Phil Trieb, Gary SD
IMPEACH I When the experts cite "materiality" While they dance on the head of a pin And wander so far from reality As they quibble o'er contemptible sin The sin made the sinner a byword A joke on the world's moral screen For in groups large or small there is oft heard Laughs of derision, and lecherous grins seen And Forefathers in coffins are rolling Over laws that have been turned into trash The Foremothers are in their graves screaming And both on this travesty gnash. If they could, yes they would break the deathchains And return, stand and do what is right Then the guilty would suffer the true pains And we would be led from this night.
1998 by Phil Trieb, Gary SD
IMPEACH II Will Congress impeach or just censure Or forget it and simply move on And claim they have taken the temp'ture Of the people, who say it's too long
But what would it say to the nation If a liar gets away with a crime Continues to live in high station No punishment, no penalty, no fine
For if the garbage man, teacher or banker Had done what this profligate did The courts would rise up and with rancor Send the scoundrel away, and forbid
That he ever again fill the office Which he had when foul offense was made And the pundits would join and so loud hiss Pour contempt on the bum, "Renegade!"
But we have seen strong backbones buckle As leaders turn tail and fast run And the late night TV hosts do chuckle They've never had such easy fun
While the anchors and media pollsters Taste the broth, skip the meat in the stew And cops turn in badges and holsters Disillusioned, don't know what to do
With our highest lawmaker a swiller Making joke of the law of the land And our proud constitutional pillar Decays to a small heap of sand