This is the lay of Ike. <br />Here's to the glory of the Grewt White—awk— <br />who has been running—er—er—things in recent—ech— <br />in the United—If your screen is black, <br />ladies & gentlemen, we—I like— <br />at the Point he was already terrific—sick <br /> <br />to a second term, having done no wrong— <br />no right—no · right—having let the Army—bang— <br />defend itself from Joe, let venom' Strauss <br />bile Oppenheimer out of use—use Robb, <br />who'll later fend for Goldfine—Breaking no laws, <br />he lay in the White House—sob!!— <br /> <br />who never understood his own strategy—whee— <br />so Monty's memoirs—nor any strategy, <br />wanting the ball bulled thro' all parts of the line <br />at once—proving, by his refusal to take Berlin, <br />he misread even Clauswitz—wide empty grin <br />that never lost a vote (O Adlai mine).<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-23-the-lay-of-ike/
