“Whose tapes these are,
I think I know.
His house is in the district, though.
Listeners still think it’s queer
The hisses on the tapes they hear,
But I have ratings to make
And he’ll sweat about Watergate” – a failed attempt to cash in on the poet-politics market, quite a few decades too late.
Robert Frost — Nixon
Published July 2, 2009 poetry , rambling 1 CommentTags: filking, Frost, humor, Nixon, old history
Fortunately or unfortunately, am not sure which, I keep hearinng the bit from the Muppets where Gonzo is reciting the Frost while someone else is dancing to the mariachi. And are playing the castanets or something.