Sunday, April 8, 2018

With apologies to Cole Porter

Times have changed
And we've often rewound the clock
Since the Puritans got a shock
When they landed on Plymouth Rock.
If today
Any shock they should try to stem
'Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock would land on them.

In olden days, a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking.
But now, God knows,
Anything goes.

Those bloggers who post quite fanatically
can't seem to write grammatically
with their prose.
Anything goes.

Whenever you text a lot
Seek what’s next and hot
Even sext a lot
Or be vexed a lot
By affects you spot
from requests you got
For pornography downloads.

When Tom Borner with grace and savour faire
Spearheads a rennovation here
For our shows.
Anything goes

Since all you see, the one percenters own
even your UConn college loan
out it flows.
Anything goes.

When Bob Sloat in negotiation can
bring here a Gilbert and Sullivan
Robert knows.
Anything goes.

And if it's boob tubes you like
Or side boobs you like
Or cold gin you like
Or hot sin you like
Or prayer books you like
Or tail hooks you like.
No outrage shows.

The white house back yard, with no pardon there
Now sports and grand new garden there
Michelle knows,
Anything goes

If Oli Stone, with high falutin style
Documents Vladimir Putin's life
Then Oliver knows
Anything goes.

Ben Bernanke, a Guttenberg wanna be
prints us a daily money tree
Benjamin knows
Anything goes.

Just think of those shocks you've got
from those stocks you've bought
and the debts you've made
and regrets you've made
the old house you flipped
the new Straus you ripped
to your iPod nanos.

And if I haven't gotten to the close
bring out the rotten tomatoes
Because I know…
It's time I go.

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