(This is a book review I wrote some time ago.)
called “Dogfight,” in which he takes a snide look
back at 18 months past of the president’s race
which to some might be dull, but for one saving grace.
Trillin, you may know, writes often in verse,
which is great–but for me, it couldn’t be worse.
For after I read, I’ve a horrible time
looking for patterns of meter and rhyme
in other books, for which my misery compounds
as I get more frustrated when they cannot be found.
So curse you Cal Trillin and your poetic style!
Please write something normal once in a while!