From time to time we post the I think we all agree, the past is over. If you’ve seen this before — we know it’s old — our apology. We felt that nobody would mind 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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-599","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-main","7":"entry"},"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pbvgEs-9F","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/599","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=599"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/599\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=599"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=599"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/herman\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=599"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nBrooklyn. Just to show we’re not completely illiterate, we searched the Web for a more
\navant-garde form of poesy<\/I> (a word so quaint). Here tiz: A poem that keeps making the
\ne-mail rounds and doesn’t rhyme. It was reportedly assembled by Washington Post writer Richard
\nThompson from
\nmumbled by our Maximum Leader: <\/FONT><\/P>
\n
This is still a dangerous world.
It’s a
\nworld of madmen and uncertainty
and potential mental losses.
Rarely is the question
\nasked,
Is our children learning?
Will the highways of the Internet become more
\nfew?
How many hands have I shaked?
They misunderestimate me.
I am a pitbull
\non the pantleg of opportunity.
I know that the human being and the fish can
\ncoexist.
Families is where our nation finds hope,
where our wings take
\ndream.
Put food on your family!
Knock down the tollbooth!
Vulcanize
\nsociety!
Make the pie higher! Make the pie higher!<\/I><\/P>
\n
\na bit of whimsy, even old whimsy, on a Monday morning. Also, we realize a few of the lines are
\ntoo bizarre to believe, their provenance notwithstanding. But everything that comes from our
\nMaximum Leader sounds inauthentic.<\/P><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"