"Ready for dinner"
Salon readers take on Marco Rubio’s thirst and the Pope’s retirement:
Cuban songbird Rubio, on the wing,
Wet his whistle the better to sing.
But there’s many a slip
Twixt the cup and the lip
And the bottle of Poland Spring.
Wednesday the Pope did decree,
“Lent begins for you and for Me.”
So began the Papal writ,
But soon His Holy quit,
“In March this won’t pertain to Me”
South Portland, Maine
Aghast we all heard from the Pope,
To continue His role, He’d said nope.
A change of His heart,
(Surgery was a part),
Six hundred years broken (we’ll cope.)
Send entries to email@example.com along with your name and hometown. The deadline is Friday at noon eastern and we’ll publish our favorites on Sunday. Poems may be edited for clarity or scansion. Good luck!
Alex Halperin is news editor at Salon. You can follow him on Twitter @alexhalperin.More Alex Halperin.