I know, we all have this problem. Seems to happen all the time. Under completely unexpected circumstances, and in a nightmarish election… you meet an internet blogger whom you deeply respect. Yet your political views are so disparate that your names might as well be Felix Unger and Oscar Madison, or Mary Matalin and James Carville. What do you do? If you’re a poet, you write a poem. At least I did.
Not long ago, in a faraway land,
Which King Markos ruled with his iron hand,
A blogger was found who dared to dissent,
And the king’s views would not represent.
Against her the banner of hatred unfurled,
At her were insults with cruelty hurled,
Though more decent folk, angry at the disgrace,
Rose to the defense of the chemistry ace.
While the king’s minions ranted and railed,
She took to the internet’s high seas and sailed,
And at the Confluence where the two rivers meet,
New interlocutors made ready to greet.
Yourself I could hardly gainsay or blame,
If, from her red hair resembling a flame,
You’d think, as I do, that in her is consigned
A fire that burns in her heart and her mind.
If beauty and brilliance you could behold,
In a scientist, but her name you’d withhold,
And you said her hair were as bright as a flame,
I think I’d know her– Riverdaughter’s her name.
Now from a man standing well to her right,
Whose heart once compassion felt at her plight,
This panegyric be well on its way,
To her, to make it uniquely her day.
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