Politics and Strange Bedfellows

I always thought the expression was figurative, but frequent scandals say otherwise.

Strange bedfellows make politics work

We’ve elected many a jerk

Who choose to ignore

That it’s a metaphor

And think bedfellows are merely a perk.

Republicans have often maintained that you can’t solve a problem by throwing money at it.  Yet when one formerly prominent Republican found himself in trouble for earlier indiscretions, what did he do?  He threw money at he problem, by paying the blackmail.  Did that fix the problem?  No!

Strange bedfellows make strained politics

So culprits try hiding their antics

When someone got dirt

On ex Speaker Hastert

It was a problem that cash couldn’t fix.

My Origins

In this TMI era people reveal all sorts of embarrassing particulars; here in intimate detail is my story.

I’m the product of two mathematicians

Proof that under certain conditions

Two cells add to make one

Then compound the conundrum

By multiplying exponentially through divisions.

Cells divide and start to differentiate

As they multiply they also integrate

X and Y can be found

But probabilities abound

With randomness too complex to calculate.

Once He Was a Senator

Defeated in his home state primary when he ran for reelection. 

The announcement by Richard Santorum

Gives the G.O.P. more than a quorum

But the TV debates

Take just ten candidates

If his polls don’t improve they’ll ignore ‘im.

Santorum is seeking a niche

But his platform may have a glitch.

Can he help the middle class

While clinging fast

To cutting taxes for the rich.

 Summer is Icumen In

July 4th we have guests arriving and the last ones leave in the middle of August. We can’t persuade anyone to come visit during the rest of the year.  Summertime, and the livin' is busy.

Maine is quiet nine months of the year

Then the bugs and tourists appear

With the first sign of frost

Their interest is lost

And quickly they’re all out of here.

I have a lot of painting and trim work to do to get the house ready.

It’s still May, it’s not even June

There’s so much that I should be doin’

To prepare for the day

When the guests come to stay

I ought to start panicking soon.