Dr. Sanity is at it again. The good doctor simply can’t help herself, and this time she is riffing off T.S. Eliot with “The Love Song of J. Alfred Kerry”. A sample:
No! he is not John Kennedy, nor was meant to be;
He’s an emptiness within a nothing it is true
Capable of playing out a scene or two,
Teresa’s prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
He will run … He will run
And if he does then where’s the fun?
Talk about “an attendant prince”... It brought to mind Polonius’ speech to Laertes in Hamlet:
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar…
Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Dr. Sanity has heard the mermaids singing, each to each! Go thou and read the rest.