This is one of my two poems that actually got published. The other made fun of a star 
sighting that was briefly interpreted as a UFO. I did not submit the poem myself, 
but Terry Shapiro did. I did not like Danny Quayle at all and was incensed that this 
undeserving man should be selected as vice president. However, I also feel strongly 
that the press went overboard in giving Quayle an undeserved reputation for stupidity. 

Saga of Danny Quayle
Sung to the tune of "Davey Crockett"

Born to a family rolling in kale
Partied as a youth and he drank some ale.
While lesser folk had to leave home or sail
He served during 'Nam with a mop and a pail

Danny, Danny Quayle
Prince of the campaign trail

While he's never searched for the Holy Grail
He supports defense like its been on sale
His moral pronouncements go beyond the pale
And he's proud he never went to jail

Danny, Danny Quayle
Prince of the campaign trail

He got C's and D's but he didn't fail
So what if his mind is a wee bit frail
His hair is red, he's hearty and hail
And the ticket needed a sexy young male

Danny, Danny Quayle
Prince of the campaign trail

August 1988  Printed in Village Times (East Setauket) September 8, 1988