Monthly Archive for September, 2010

They called him a master of rhetorics.
His command of mnemenotics
Seemed to excel without effort, pain or strife;
His audience turned symbiotic
With reactions near-robotic,
Yet his mind was not at all the sharpest knife.
Though his topics were idiotic,
All his speeches were hypnotic,
And to listen to him was a fact of life.
He was no hero, no heretic,
Everyone felt sympathetic,
And he always made a point to thank his wife.
He never seemed idiosyncratic:
His opinions, though erratic,
Were a perfect fit for all the good old boys.
His funeral, though inconspicuous,
Saw attendance quite meticulous.
Everybody said they’d miss his background noise.