The following poem was originally published by The Bard of Murdock on Wednesday, October 5, 2011. Be sure to read the article link provided by the Bard before reading the poem.
Leading from Behindsight
The night the furnace passed away
A chill was in the air,
The mercury began to plunge
And cold crept in the lair.
Repairmen were not answering
Our frantic pleas for aid,
And as the hands of time swept on
The children seemed afraid.
We huddled in a center room
Conserving body heat,
We added layers to our clothes
And slippers to our feet.
But finally I could take no more:
I set a chair aflame,
And shortly after torched the couch
Without a hint of shame.
Oh how the fire warmed the room
And brightened up the night,
It heated up our home and hearts
And filled us with delight.
But soon the flame began to spread
And swept up in the fire
The house, the car, garage and shed,
All kindled on the pyre.
I thought a bit of warmth was wise,
Though critics disagree;
Their 20/20 hindsight sounds
A bit extreme to me.
They rail about the choices made,
But I cannot forget:
As cold crept into house and bone,
I made a prudent bet.
- The Bard of Murdock
- My goal is to produce poetical cartoons. I try to use metaphors and caricatures (or a politician’s own words) to address complex political and social situations. In this way, I sum up current events in humorous verse.