Dedicated to the One I Love

Let's start with you, Elizabeth or Margaret or Catherine.
Go wish, but no dish.
I am also dedicating this to such poets of my non-acquaintance
as Woody Allen, Ben Bernanke, Rosemary Clooney,
Bobby Darren, Everyman, Frankie Frisch, Gary Giddins,
Robert Indiana, Heidi Julevitz,
Galway Kinnell, David Lehman, Maureen McGovern, and the N word,
Barack Obama, Jackson Pollock, Queen, Russia, Paul Simon (the Senator),
Twyla Tharp, Uncas, Venezuela (pre Chavez), Lee Wiley,
X, Yale, and Zeus.
Now that's what I call a self-portrait.
Thanks, Jim.
My favorite rhyme of the day is "jealousy" and "lousy."
OK, but let's say she knows that if he
goes to the party with the congresswoman from Virginity
one of them is going to emerge from the bedroom
with egg on her face, and then what?
Are you surprised to hear that Hillary Clinton
is going to run for president?
So, too, is Barack Obama even though
his middle name is Hussein and he admits
to smoking grass and also doing a little blow
as a young man. It may work to his advantage.
He's a nice looking man, and I like what he said
when they asked him whether he inhaled.
"That was the point," he said.