“The Crowded Chair ” a poem by the Bard of Murdock

It’s Sunday and this week’s poem by The Bard of Murdock has fun with Nacy Peolosi’ claim of ghosts in the White House. He originally published the poem on Saturday, August 11, 2012. Please read the article link provided by the Bard before reading the poem.

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The Crowded Chair

Article link: Pelosi claims chair in White House crowded with ghosts of activists

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First I sat on Stanton.

Then I sat on Truth.

Then I sat on Anthony.

I swear I did, in sooth.

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And Stanton cried, “Lord, help me!”

As did Sojourner Truth.

But I could see that Susan B.

Was after my vermouth.

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And so I grabbed my crystal glass

And rose to give a toast,

To put more distance ’tween my drink

And Susan’s sozzled ghost.

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“Oh here’s to me, myself, and I,”

I said with glass held high.

But then Lucretia Mott appeared

And bit me on the thigh.

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And when I sat back down again,

I straightened up my shawl,

And found there hidden on the chair

The ghost of Alice Paul.

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So ever since that fateful day,

Whene’er I take a chair,

I check to see that it is free

Of spirits sitting there.

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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.