What Calvin Trillin’s poetry is to The Nation, Leon Freilich’s is to Straight Up.
Noting our question earlier today — we asked for thoughts on “whether ‘the little fucker’
should be our Maximum Leader’s new designation” — Leon penned us this
verse:
BUNGLE BOY
“The little fucker” goes too far;
The guy ain’t quite a bloody
czar.
Something more moderate is due
The man with a hyper-limited
view,
Something that catches the bungling touch
That’s gotten this nation in deep
dutch.
So how about Mr. Dopey
For someone who can’t possibly copey?
Love that title, too. In return, we offer music for Leon’s ears and the pleasure of
anyone else who enjoys The Andrews Sisters doing the song he had in
mind as much as we do.
