On flip-flopping
When candidates tout a two-sided dish
Our retort might be that it smells like fish ...
To a then double-dished political ploy
We’d perforce have to say something’s fishy — ahoy!
It’s amply served up by both party beasts
As we find ourselves guests at their polling feasts —
But when one such delivers forked-tongued crock
We then name it “flip-flopping” like fish on a dock —
If they flip-flop too much, one likely would think
They might flip themselves off — right over the brink.
‘twould be best if they’d all just tell the whole truth
‘Cause the truth is one-sided, not two — forsooth!
Thane Cornell
Carson City
