Monday, March 05, 2012

"Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream."


StonyPillow said...

If Romney's horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold he is, and dumb.

Fearguth said...

From his recitation of 'Davy Crockett', you can tell Mitt loves poetasters, too.