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.
The Crowded Chair
First I sat on Stanton.
Then I sat on Truth.
Then I sat on Anthony.
I swear I did, in sooth.
And Stanton cried, “Lord, help me!”
As did Sojourner Truth.
But I could see that Susan B.
Was after my vermouth.
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.
“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.
And when I sat back down again,
I straightened up my shawl,
And found there hidden on the chair
The ghost of Alice Paul.
So ever since that fateful day,
Whene’er I take a chair,
I check to see that it is free
Of spirits sitting there.
- 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.