Stopping by New Hampshire On A Snowy Evening

Stopping by New Hampshire On A Snowy Evening

    by Sally Jo Sorensen and Robin Marty*

Whose state this is I think I know
He's going to New Hampshire, though
He will not see me struggling here
Or clear his roads now packed with snow

The GOP must find it queer
To act without a leader near
Between the Range and frozen lakes
The darkest forecast of the year.

Bloggers give his handlers a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the steep
Decline in what our families make.

The pothole's looming, dark and deep
And Tim has promises to keep,
And miles to go until he's Veep
And miles to go until he's Veep.

Adapted from a poem by New Hampshire poet Robert Frost.

Comments

[twitter.com/ChrisBoese]

Right on! Robert Frost doesn't know what hit him.

[Susan Berkson]

Pure poetry.

[ERapp]

Yours is far more wonderful, but I offer this afterthought...

TPaw Runnoft...
And Left Families Groping
But He Didn't Raise Tax
To Be Prez He Is Hoping

He Cut Off The Funds
Would Not Allocate
Then He Runnoft Again
To The Great Granite State

While He's Flying Around
And Renting From Avis
Perhaps We Should Treat Him
Like They Did Ol' Gray Davis

Before You Move On, Tim
And Put On Your Show
Take A Time Out
And Help Your State Grow