OK, this is my second attempt in as many days to get some Warren Zevon going.
This was pretty much a failure yesterday, drawing only one “favorite” on Twitter. Of course, it was about Flynn:
We confirmed him as Adviser
The way we always do.
How were we to kno-o-ow
He was with the Russians too?
— Brad Warthen (@BradWarthen) February 14, 2017
And if you don’t get it, here’s the song.
With her Nordic beauty — the icy blue eyes and the blonde pigtails — and of course her automatic weapon slung across her belly, she seemed the perfect female counterpart of Roland the Thompson Gunner, Norway’s bravest son. Except, you know, she has a head.
Yeah, I know “submachine” doesn’t work as a substitute for “Thompson” — it doesn’t scan right, or the metre’s wrong, or something. (I’ve long ago forgotten exactly what those terms mean, although I remember that “outfielder” is a dactyl. That’s not from school, though; it’s from Herman Wouk’s novel City Boy.) In any case, too many syllables.
Go ahead, sneer at my poetry. I just thought I’d share. And I hope that Boris Roessler and the European Pressphoto Agency don’t mind my showing you their photo of the lovely, well-armed cop…