When to the sweet silent thought of Sessions
He summons up remembrance of things past,
He finds himself caught up in indiscretions
In answer to the questions Franken asked.
Now does he drown an eye, unused to flow,
For Russian friends with whom he used to play,
And weep afresh what he pretended not to know,
And moan the absence of his vieux Sergey.
Now can he grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er
The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan,
Which he new pays as if not paid before.
But all of this might be excused
If he be granted his recuse.
March 5th, 2017 at 9:54PM
Nice rework.
The loss of BO is a little, or maybe a lot, like that of Lincoln in Lilacs. Though, in some figurative sense, Obama is a dear friend, just thinking about him restores not all losses nor ends all sorrows. Is the guy in 30 (WS’s version) living in the past? That’s barely acceptable for me and not at all for our kids.