Last year I wrote you of my foolhardy pledge to write one rhyming political poems per day on Twitter, from that point (June 2011) to the 2012 election. I should've counted that it would be 499 days of tweets; I should've vowed five days a week in stead of seven...but have stuck to that promise and today posted my 446th in a row (minus Yom Kippur). Most happily, Beacon Press has just published 200+ of them in a paperback book, Tweet Land of Liberty: Irreverent Rhymes from the Political Circus. ("Jon Stewart in 140 characters." -- Stacy Schiff). You'll forgive the merchandizing, and wouldn't ask if it were setting you back more than its $9.95.
Elinor gives an overview of the book:
Michele we hear is prone to migraines,
So what's the giant ballyhoo?
Flesh to flesh with Mr. Bachmann,
I might get a headache, too.
So many women felt his prod,
But Cain is now at peace with God.
Take your wife and go abroad,
Then mind the proverb, "Spare the rod."
Christie's saying, "I'm not ready,"
Despite what's sounding like a draft.
Too big to fail? He could prevail.
Think: William Howard Taft.
Callista, please be mine forever.
When will I forsake you? Never.
Yes, I had a marriage spree,
But, Valentine, it stops at three.
It wasn’t up Santorum’s alley,
2 men smooching at his rally.
You've made your point, now go away.
Only Democrats are gay.
Advice down south for northern Mitt:
Be seen enjoying shrimp'n grits.
"Y'all" is good and NASCAR'S great.
Healthcare's bad and sushi's bait.
College is for snobs, Santorum?
Hard to hear the week of Purim.
I cannot speak for every Jew,
But education's helped a few.
Bit by penguin at the zoo,
What's a candidate to do?
Soon the bird wrote in his blog,
"Newt tastes like an underdog."
I was born in Lowell, Massachusetts, the second daughter in an exceedingly functional family. Religion: Jewish. Schools: public. Pets: none. Roving guard in girls' basketball throughout high school.
At Simmons college, I majored in something called "Publications"; I...