The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
I was afraid this would happen. So let's designate our Boston poet laureate and get it over with. Otherwise we'll get more headlines like this. And this. Not to mention this (linked earlier to by Adam Gaffin in a post that references it's own share of scary local verse)
But that's not all. The story has inspired the following works, each of which give William McGonagall a run for his money...
Harry Forbes, rhyming about the World Economic Forum:
Mr. Jordan’s been to Davos.
What he saw there just might salve us.
Clinton, Jolie, Blair, and Bono,
Diversity of sapiens homo...
A GOP News State House political limerick:
There once was a Governor Patrick
Black liberal from Harvard - a hat trick
Has no clue what to do
He's a victim - Boo Hoo
But we're stuck with him now - isn't that sick.
Brian McGrory, also working in limerick form.
There once was a guy in City Hall
Who, in government, never stood very tall.
He offered these plans
That never had many fans.
What he mostly had was a lot of gall.
(I'd say his Iambic pentameter needs some serious work.)
From Scott Allen Miller (also via Universal Hub)
I once walked
To Chinatown and back
I got robbed twice
And offered four vials of crack
Check out the whole thing and scroll down to the comments, where you'll find gems like this.
Tom Finneran took a long gander
At districts he could gerrymander
But a lie to the court
Cut his law career short
So on RKO now he must pander
And from a Globe editorial referencing a Boston.com commenter:
"Rub a dub dub. . . / Get me out the Hub!"
No mas!
Here's more on a Boston poet laureate from Charles Swift.
(The post title, by the way, for those who don't know, is from Midsummer Night's Dream.)
