Edison Ford was sorely riled,
when Congress passed a bill
supporting stuff that Ed
reviled
and surely always will.
Now two days hence, he takes
offense
at local politics.
The new town budget makes no
sense.
Disaster, he predicts.
He starts to write the editor,
to state his views outright.
"No, no," said his
wife Eleanor.
"Two wrongs don't make a
write."
Copyright ©2018, Paul H. Harder II
This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons
BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.
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