Bob was Bobby ’til he learned of palindromes.
\nFor his living spaces, he sought motor homes.
\nHis history was built upon deceptions.
\nHe’d been to some Republican receptions.
\nAnd on his wall a Spiro Agnew portrait hung.
\nHe’d fallen under that man’s spell when he was young.
\nWhen asked, he’d always tell some vague connection tale.
\nThe truth was that he’d found it at a rummage sale.
\nAlthough he came from wealth and had a large bankroll,
\nhe preferred to live like he was on the dole.
\n"Rich folks just aren’t cool," he’d heard a woman state.
\nAnd so, just like a fool, he lived life second rate.
\nHe died before his time, found in some squalid squat.
\nMurmuring palindromes like mom, dad and tot.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"