WITHOUT RHYME OR REASON

From time to time we post the poesy of Leon Freilich, a rhyming punster from Brooklyn. Just to show we're not completely illiterate, we searched the Web for a more avant-garde form of poesy (a word so quaint). Here tiz: A poem that keeps making the e-mail rounds and doesn't rhyme. It was reportedly assembled by Washington Post writer Richard Thompson from actual sentences mumbled by our Maximum Leader:

I think we all agree, the past is over.
This is still a dangerous world.
It's a world of madmen and uncertainty
and potential mental losses.
Rarely is the question asked,
Is our children learning?

Will the highways of the Internet become more few?
How many hands have I shaked?
They misunderestimate me.
I am a pitbull on the pantleg of opportunity.
I know that the human being and the fish can coexist.

Families is where our nation finds hope,
where our wings take dream.

Put food on your family!
Knock down the tollbooth!
Vulcanize society!
Make the pie higher! Make the pie higher!

If you've seen this before -- we know it's old -- our apology. We felt that nobody would mind a bit of whimsy, even old whimsy, on a Monday morning. Also, we realize a few of the lines are too bizarre to believe, their provenance notwithstanding. But everything that comes from our Maximum Leader sounds inauthentic.