Today’s prompt: write a poem using at least five of the following words:
owl
generator
abscond
upwind
squander
clove
miraculous
dunderhead
cyclops
willowy
mercurial
seaweed
gutter
non-pareil
artillery
salt
curl
ego
rodomontade
elusive
twice
ghost
cheese
cowbird
truffle
svelte
quahog
bilious

Thanks to comments recently made by one of our more (ahem!) colorful…elected officials, this was almost too easy…

With rodomontade nonpareil,
the esteemed Senator Dunderhead
clove to the bilious position
he’d espoused during a
particularly ego-fueled rant
in the aftermath of the latest
crisis. That the elusive logic
of his twice-baked bluster
merely threw salt on the wounds
of an already injured Lady Justice
seemed of little concern to the
Good Senator,
living upwind of the gutter as he
did; it was enough for him that
he had enough artillery to lob at
the ghosts of once-confident, now
desperate citizens, that the toes
of the ever-mercurial press would
simply curl in delight at the
attentions of Senator Cyclops and
his monocular minions. Never mind
the miraculous ease with which
that Good Senator and his ilk had
routinely squandered the public’s goodwill,
happy to abscond with the people’s hard-earned
tax, content to gorge themselves on
wine, cheese, truffles, the occasional quahog…
For these generators of gluttonous guile
guard not the public trust, but the private
safe. The Wise Old Owls that once
filled the halls of Congress have long since
withered and died, supplanted by conniving
cowbirds. God help us all.

(20 April 2013)