I’ll always remember the following poem from a Bloom County comic strip I read as a kid.
How I love to watch the morn,
with golden sun that shines,
up above to nicely warm,
these frosty toes of mine.
The wind doth taste of bittersweet,
Like jasper wine and sugar.
I bet it’s blown through others’ feet,
like those of… Caspar Weinberger.
Godspeed, Mr. Secretary.
