Yesterday, I ran across a parody I wrote last spring, a take-off of T. S. Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" called "The Swan Song of N. Leroy Gingrich."  Perhaps I was premature.  Anyhow, it moved me to now demolish W. B. Yeats and his great poem:

THE SECOND COMING

Newt Gingrich spokesman Rick Tyler writes

But out of the billowing smoke and dust of tweets and trivia emerged Gingrich, once again ready to lead those who won’t be intimated by the political elite and are ready to take on the challenges America faces.

Along Came Newt
(with sincerest apologies to Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller, and the members of the Coasters)

I plopped down in my easy chair and turned on Channel 3
A bad gunslinger called Bawdy Bill was chasin' our free country
He trapped her up on Capital Hill and said with an evil laugh,
"If you don't give me all of your cash
I'll saw you all in half!"