The Contrabury Tales

Howard G. Goldberg

December 30, 1992|By Howard G. Goldberg

Heere bigynneth the Pardoner's Tale

Whan that November gave Bush the boote,

He pierced Walsh's case to the roote:

Ere goon to Houston on a pilgrymage, Bush cutte loose Wynberger's entourage.

"For patriots, no Damoclesian sword,"

Seyde he (not cyting Nixon's Ford).

"Caspar, a parfit Pentagonne knyght,

Merits honour, not a kourtroom fyght.

Abrams, Fiers, Clarridge, George,

McFarlane -- none styck in my gorge."

Heere bigynneth the Man of Law his Tale

Walsh, Koppeled in his Oklahoma lair,

Quod, "Another Saturday nyght massacre!

There's no tyme at Willard Inn to sup

'Til I probe this iniquitous cover-up.

The vileyne of conceeling notes

May've stopp'd Reagan impeechment votes.

Outsyde the loop? A contra-dykshun

Of diary entrys -- an Iran-gayt fykshun.

And Bush's fayte for this disgrayce?

'Tween Lytl Rock and the hardd playce."

Heere taketh the maker of this

book his leve

And then 'twixt George and the Dragon

Came Gephardt, Mitchell, fyngers waggin',

Smellynge a Whyte Howse partee lyne;

Angree, Dole seyde, "Prosecutor, resyne!"

Surpryze! Who fayvord the clemencee?

Aspin and Foley, seyde the G.O.P.

What did Bush know? Whan did he know it?

Gentyl Reeder, I'm but a Chaucerian poet

(Tho disapproovynge of the Pardoner's way

Of treeting scandall in his C.I.A.).

Howard G. Goldberg is senior editor of the New York Times op-ed page.

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