Their Least Favorite Things
(to the tune of “My Favorite Things”)
Library shelves have begun to look lonely
Filled with the books deemed acceptable only
Gone are the classics we all read in school
Revising history’s the new golden rule
“Slaughterhouse-Five” and “The Sun Also Rises”
Wallflowers, Handmaids, and “Lord of the Flies”-es
Mockingbirds, Cuckoo’s Nests, Mice and Men too
Know Why the Caged Bird Sings? I do. Do you?
Facing history is no mystery, cruel truth often stings
So people remove the “uncomfortable” themes
And all their least favorite things
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“Gone With the Wind,” where the South was defeated
These books weren’t burned yet the flames have been fanned
Instead of fire, no, these books have been banned
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Jay Gatsby’s gone and poor Anne Frank is hidden
Calls of the Wild are now strictly forbidden
Books of all stripes both the new and the old
Once warmed our hearts, now they’re out in the cold
Who’s deciding, what needs hiding, and what books are fine
If there is a ban that you want to enforce,
Please tell your own kids, not mine!
Mona Finston
New York
The Ballad of SCOTUS (or Thomas’s Promises)
(to the tune of “June Is Busting Out All Over”)
Cash is pouring in all over,
The court is a great big money tree!
Lots of billionaires pursue me
And the gifts they offer to me
Are expensive and extensive as can be!
Yachts to take me to Bermuda!
Planes to whisk me off to France!
Though it may appear unseemly,
I will rule for you supremely,
Every time I have the glimmer of a chance.
Because it’s June! June! June!
Rulings come in June! June! June!
Decades of progress will be smashed,
Once all your checks are duly cashed!
Money’s pouring in all over!
Stare decisis is kaput.
With the help of Sam Alito
Roe v. Wade is now finito —
And I’ll soon be crushing Griswold underfoot!
Money’s pouring in all over!
I’ll be at your beck and call!
Ev’ry fabulous vacation
Makes me lower your taxation
To the point at which it won’t exist at all!
Because it’s June! June! June!
Rulings come in June! June! June!
Tossing aside with bad intent
Every last shred of precedent.
Perks are pouring in all over!
Travel’s more splendid than before.
With your money in my pocket
I’ll devote my shadow docket
To the N.R.A., Big Pharma and much more!
Cash is pouring in all over!
Ev’ry decision can be bent:
Though my rulings may be lawless,
Still my reasoning will be flawless
When I tell them what our founders really meant!
Because it’s June! June! June!
Rulings come in June! June! June! …
They’ll be coming Soon! Soon! Soon!!!
Nancy Stark
New York
The Aspirational Dream
(to the tune of “The Impossible Dream”)
To dream aspirational dreams
To fight those who said that I lost
To tear into all who contest me
To win irregardless of cost
To grab everything that I want
To fire everyone I’ve employed
To lie when the truth is for losers
To feed my insatiable void
This is my quest
I’m winner takes all
No matter how stupid, or who has to fall
And though I berate those who counter my will
If they’d done what I told them to do I’d be president still
And I know if my lawyers can sell this new lie overreach
That I might not get tossed into jail
’Cause it’s freedom of speech
And my world will be better for this
When my foes lay prostrate at my feet
Ashamed that they failed to subdue me
The leech, the unteachable, unimpeachable, the unreachable star!
And I’ll always dream aspirational dreams
Donate to me! The unleashable czar!
Melanie Bacon
Langley, Wash.
2023 Gifts for The 12 Days of Christmas
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Twelve NFTs
Eleven forests burning
Ten migrants trudging
Nine bots a-tweeting
Eight cows a-belching
Seven drones a-spying
Six trolls a-doxxing
Five plastic sporks!
Four Covid tests
Three face masks
Two climate skeptics
and a cartridge for an AR-15.
David Wineberg
Milford, Pa.
Denial
I’m living in a land that’s called Denial.
You’re welcome to come visit for a while.
The locals speak with eloquence and reason.
The climate is delightful every season.
The air is fresh and clean; the rain is mild.
The waterways are clear and undefiled.
The Lexapro is plentiful and free,
But no one needs it here, not even me.
And people from all backgrounds get along.
The schools are good; the infrastructure’s strong.
Elections feature meaningful debate,
With neither side inflaming fear and hate,
And no one says they’ve won when they have lost
And tries to get a valid outcome tossed.
Deceptive news is never on the air,
And commenters online are kind and fair.
This paradise is very hard to find …
I wish it were a place outside my mind.
Erika S. Fine
Brookline, Mass.
Political Campaign Ballad
(to the tune of “Both Sides Now”)
I show up at each county fair
Tell everyone how much I care
Make promises of just hot air
I’ve talked to crowds that way
But now sometimes I can’t get through
I start to talk, they start to boo
So many things I planned to do
But crowds got in my way
I’ve looked at crowds from both sides now
From good and bad and still somehow
It’s crowd’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know crowds at all
I tell them I love everyone
I want to be their favorite son
Vote for me, I’ll get things done
I’ve looked at gov. that way
But now the polls say I’m behind
My gov. campaign starts to unwind
I did it all, but now I find
I gave myself away
I’ve looked at gov. from both sides now
From high and low and still somehow
It’s gov.’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know gov. at all
I traveled to most every place
And kissed the babies on their face
And sold my soul to win the race
I’ve looked at strife that way
But now it’s just another show
I give my spiel, and they all know
My campaign has nowhere to go
And strife now rules the day
I’ve looked at strife from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It’s strife’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know strife at all
Bill Archibald
Arlington, Va.
The first round of variations can be found here.