Wrote this poem Saturday night for an open mike...in the style of Calvin Trillin, the closest thing we have to a poet laureate on the left...
Jack spoke there freely, like a saintly sinner --
(Jelly donuts for breakfast, and brats for dinner)
Announcing to the world: "Ich bin ein Berliner."
Now Obama's running, and he's looking like a winner
Except that, if he wasn't such a heavy spinner
He'd be forced to admit, "Ich bin ein beginner."