With apologies and thanks to Charles Dodgson, The Varnished Culture offers some poetical parodies (based on great poems) to synthesize our thoughts on the preceding and forthcoming years…
(Inspired by “La Belle Dame sans Merci” by John Keats)
O, what can ail thee, Joe Biden,
Alone and palely loitering?
The right has pulled-back from D.C.
And no tweets sting.
I see creases on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever dew,
And in the gardens fades the rose:
Fast withereth too.
You met a lady on the Hill
Full socialist, and Woke,
Her eyes essayed a wheedling charm,
Darted wildly when she spoke.
And another on your fresh new lawn
Did lull your countless sleeps,
She helped you into jammies,
She’ll close your lid (for keeps).
You’ll dream or see pale parchments
And not know what they state
But sign them all nevertheless,
To make the nation great
And that’s why, Joe, you sojourn there
Alone and palely loitering,
For the folks have turned away
And no phones ring.