Our Puppet Procession

                                                                   They gave us an unprincipled alley cat,
                                                                   And we had no particular problem with that.
                                                                   Then a blue-blooded Bonesman from the Texas plain
                                                                   With an obviously alcohol-atrophied brain.
                                                                   And we've survived one whose personal history
                                                                   Is very nearly an impenetrable mystery.
                                                                   So why should the thought be especially scary
                                                                   Of an evangelical, macho fairy?

                                                                   David Martin



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