Poetic talent? Then you want Joan Foster

Some people, like Joan Foster, have talent. Then there’s JinC.

I worked from New Year’s Day until the eve of Valentine’s to got something just right to send to Duke University’s President, Richard H. Brodhead.

I wanted it to be real good, you know, because President Brodhead’s a genuine poet.

You and me, we just end our poems with something like:

And you disappointed me, you ass.

But President Brodhead, he can end his poems with:

And you disappointed me, alas.

Now, that’s better, isn’t it?

Don’t we wish we could do that?

Anyway, I worked seven weeks on my Velentine’s Day poem for President Brodhead and the best I could come up with was:

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Nifong let us down,
And so did you.

Now, let’s go to where the talent is: Joan Foster:

6..13...45
The crowd roared with the band!
And YOUR team took the field again
With Brodhead smiling in the stands.
.
6...13...45
They cheered, not JUST Lacrosse,
They cheered because they understood
What those "fantastic lies" have cost.
.
They cheered your team ... who stood with you,
Though hounded to the ground,
While Durham offered "cash rewards"
On...vigilante posters throughout town;
..
Who stood with you while the media
Had their love affair with Mike,
And potbangers demanded "Castrate Them,"
And Crystal worked the pole at night;

The rest is here.

Joan’s great. Don’t miss her.