Dear Norm,
Don’t you think it’s suspicious that, although
all good Americans,
freedom loving consumers, and
dedicated patriots know where the President stands,
there has as yet been no evidence of any attempts
to hoist an anvil or a baby grand
precariously
above that spot?
I have watched a lot of TV, Norm, and consider myself
an authority. That’s how it’s done:
if the shepherd’s crook doesn’t catch that neck, or
when the gong is ignored,
it’s the anvil
and the baby grand.
That’s good TV, Norm. Isn’t it funny?
We’ve all seen the big red X, the plate of
oil-hungry peckerwood seeds, tempting, there.
We know, like with Marvin
the Martian and Wile E. Coyote we knew
where they stood, salivating
on their schemes; we knew their designs.
I think it’s funny:
not funny "ha-ha" but funny, suspicious.
If we didn’t know where he stands, like he said,
I guess we "must not a understood"
where he stands. QED. He could shrug
and pretend to wish it was differ’nt
with his cartoon sneer,
as the cartoon whistle grew louder, nearer.
But he would not really wish that, or care
if the audience believed him.
And we would not believe him,
knowing, as we do, where he stands.
And then the anvil or the baby grand lands.
I’m worried, Norm. If I can think of this, maybe
the people who hate
our American machinists can recruit some blacksmiths
– militant Islamist blacksmiths, Norm –
and stagehands to sling the pulleys,
to hoist.
Please alert the Federales and the thought police. It’s
time Disney got working for us instead of against us.
And warn our boys in the Secret Service:
those seeds are irresistible to the hubristic Texas peckerwood.
They better intercept that triggering plate
and paint over the big red X,
not that anybody’ll be fooled.
Warmest regards,
Roger Rabbit