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Today’s Poem:

The Song of Liawatha

(With Apologies to Longfellow!)

By The shores of the Potomac
By the shining big-butt Congress
Stood the Prius of Liawatha
Also known as Faux-ca-hontas.
By the shores of River Charlie,
Entered Hallowed Halls of Harvard,
Checked the box that said “Native”
Steal job from some other libtard.
See an opportunity awaiting
Must get herself a new appointment
Scott Brown’s star is quickly fading,
‘Cuz he’s been a disappointment.
Time to raise the casks and flagons,
Time to spike the fire-water
Time to Circle Liberal wagons,
Time to elect Nikomis’ Daughter!
Liawatha won the day then,
But she really Dindu Nuffin.
What’s a few votes from Granery Hill?
What’s wrong with some ballot stuffin’?
Liawatha lies like bearskin,
Covering up the Tee Pee Floor,
Fauxcahontas speaks with tongue of serpent,
But we all knew that months before.
Liawatha reads a letter,
From the widow of a King,
But the White Man do her better.
Tells her she can’t say a thing.
Fauxcahontas speaks with the tongue,
Forked and dipped in a poison cup.
But we knew that we have won,
When they told Liawatha to SHUT UP.

[Old_Grouch]

Today’s Poem: The Song of Liawatha (With Apologies to Longfellow!) By The shores of the Potomac.....

Awesome job! Hilarious!

[Iron Munro]

Claimin’ That I’m Cherokee

Lizzie Get Your Minority Faculty Position

(Sung to the tune of “Doin’ What Comes Natur’lly“)

Folks are fair in Harvard Square,
For justice they are yearnin’.
They will tenure whites like me
If you say you're Cher-o-kee (If you say you're Cher-o-kee) !

Yes it’s true, my eyes are blue
My face is pale as plaster.
But Crimson craves di-vers-i-tee,
So I said I’m Cher-o-kee! (So I said I’m Cher-o-kee) !

Ya' don’t have to know how to skin a doe,
How to track, or hunt, or shoot a bow.
Ya' don’t have to prove any pedigree
Ya' just check Indian in the reg-is-try.
That is real di-vers-ity (That is real di-vers-ity) !

To help my cousin’s cook book
She entitled "Pow-Wow Chow"
I plagiarized an omelet recipe
It was published anyhow (It was published anyhow) !

It’s true my great-great-great-grandpa
Drove redskins outta’ Georgia.
But there’s no trail of tears for me –
Claimin’ I’m-a Cher-o-kee! (Claimin’ I’m-a Cher-o-kee) !

Hat Tip: The Ryskind Sketchbook @ http://tinyurl.com/6q7k3b5