The Wireless Politician

Mr. Hughes did not seem to be in a good humor when the House met yesterday. Members would remind him of the wireless affair. “You have been going on for days with the damn thing,” he said, “yet critics may have noticed that I am a plain tool in the House where I formerly reigned supreme.”

Once the super-legislator
Was a dominant dictator.
His word was law;
And language raw
He never thought of using.
Just a glance—an angry look—
And the House in terror shook.
Now, alas! the man has “took”
To commonplace abusing.

Once with periods resounding—
All his critics quite confounding—
He arose
And dealt with those
Who sought to thwart and block him.
Now, a lack, the Great “I Am”
Bleats a fierce, but feeble damn;
Seeming but a sorry sham,
While all the members mock him.

Once a most polite expression
Served the case. But now obsession
For the word
Blunt but absurd
Appears to have him under.
Even politicians slip.
But, good people, take my tip,
If you have to give ’em lip,
Do not thuswise blunder.

Friends, how have the mighty fallen,
Ain’t the case in point appallin’—
Aiming e'er
With just a swear
To make a marked impression?
Fellows, let the lesson soak.
Learn to shun the silly bloke
Who thinks that swearing is a joke.
Good friends, it’s a confession.