One who feared invasion from a foreign land <br />Ate a spinach salad, and that did him in. <br /> <br />And so it goes: each time we fear the past <br />The future supervenes, and we at last <br />Are left to pick up pieces of our myths <br />Without which we are lost; and now, with <br />Instant access everywhere, to news: <br />We might as well give over, sing the Blues. <br /> <br />Say, did you hear about George Washington? <br />Sweet Martha sang the Blues, when he was home. <br />Strangers came to dinner - yes! - and they <br />Drank heavily, until they toasted - 'Liberty! ' <br /> <br />Then George would vanish. Later she would hear <br />He'd gone to Pennsylvania; she would fear <br />He might be dead, or dying. In the event, <br />He was guarded by Divine Providence. <br />His eyes aged, while defending 'Common Sense, ' <br />And he became our first great President! <br /> <br />Some others, later, blundered: Asian wars <br />Led them to eat spinach. What are wars for?<br /><br />Will Barber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spinach-and-e-coli-musings/
