Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Mistah Weinberger, He Dead

And to mark his passing, one of my all-time fave-rave Bloom County strips (ah, Berkeley Breathed, how strongly you affected that childhood of mine): Opus the Penguin's ode to the morning. And Caspar Weinberger.

How I love to watch the morn,
With golden sun that shines,
Up above to nicely warm
These frosty toes of mine.

The wind doth taste of bittersweet,
Like jasper wine and sugar,
I bet it’s blown through others’ feet,
Like those of ...Caspar Weinberger.

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