Remembering Quixote, Warts & All: A Maverick Take
So: who -- Lord forfend! -- pinn'd the Palin on Don Qui?
But who -- some fine friend! -- pinn'd the Palin on Don Qui?
But who -- some fine friend! -- pinn'd the Palin on Don Qui?
Republican
pols smell'd political dawn. Key
to win? Pick as Veep not some male grey-maned honky.
So: who, 'round the bend, pinn'd the Palin on Don Qui?
But who, not yet Zen'd, pinn'd the Palin on Don Qui?
The
Pachyderm long'd for a candidate wonky:
“No green nominee’ll help Mac hobble
the Donkey.”
So: who (may we mend!) pinn'd the Palin on Don Qui?
But who, in the end, pinn'd the Palin on Don Qui?
‘Twas you, John, who sounded the gong in the wrong key.
‘Twas you, John, who sounded the gong in the wrong key.
The Palin you pinn'd on your own coattails, Don Qui!
(A good man, McCain: upon hearing this song, he
will own to its truth. 'Tis what makes him our Don Qui.)
(A good man, McCain: upon hearing this song, he
will own to its truth. 'Tis what makes him our Don Qui.)
Presidential candidate McCain shown circa September, 2008
having just pinned one from a selection of Palin buttons near his lapel.
(Dimensional illustration by the author.)
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