May 4, 2012 - 1:00 pm
—with apologies to Robert Herrick, and “Whenas In Silks My Julia Goes”
Whenas entitl’d my Julia goes
Then, then (methinks) how greatly grows
The economy’s woeful throes
Next, when I cast my eyes and see
The bills for things promised as free,
Oh, how the President’s taken me!
Or, as the Beatles sang: “Half of what I say is meaningless
But I say it just to reach you, Julia.”
All the better for the obscurity of the source (at least to me). Well done.
You could modify this to fit the Sandra Fluke story by beginning it:
… “Whenas entitl’d my Julia comes”
Oh, excellently done!
Whenas in silks my Julia goes
Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows
Her bodacious booty out of her clothes.
Next, after our few weeks spree
That “operation” she had free;
Thanks Obama, from support payments saving me!