The same anonymous bard who sent us mayoral poetry has now sent in...
FUMO POETRY!
It's not nearly as bad as the genre might suggest. Our anonymous bard has a sense of humor.
"Lament of a Fumo Ex"
The Vince of Darkness
was my guy
And while it lasted
I lived high
Free tiki lamps
imported paint
Helped me forget
he was no saint
I loved the power
I loved the thrill
I loved the dinners
at Capital Grille
(Though even with
his high position
We could not find
an electrician)
But then I saw
his interest wane
As he pursued
that new babe, Lane*
Gone for days
he'd have some story
Of time spent before
the grand jury
But I'm no fool
I knew the score
And soon he showed me
to the door
Now I miss weekends
with my honey
Spending other
people's money
Trips to the
Home Depot store
His motto always
"More, More, More"
Now that he's gone
I'm left instead
With nothing but
a bobblehead
As if that's not
enough to swallow
I also sense
I'm being followed
Now I must end
it's time to go
And learn to shovel
my own snow.
- Anon.
*Footnote: This would be Alycia Lane, Channel 3's bombshell anchorwoman