I am both disappointed and surprised that I was not chosen to read the poem at Barack Obama's inauguration today especially as I had sent them a copy of the verse I had stayed up all night composing for the occasion.
A man from the fiftieth state
was elected despite all the hate.
When he spoke for the poor
the rich showed him the door.
He ignored them and did the full eight.
The poem by the bloke who ended up getting the job didn't even rhyme. I don't know how much they paid him but they were had if you ask me.