“Attend the Tale of Speaker Pete
His fall from grace is well nigh complete
His cargo shorts and his sun-baked pate
Did nothing to save Speaker Pete from his fate
With KMG he felt complete
Did Speaker Pete
The Laughingstock of Rehoboth.
He ran the show in Dover Town
He scared the minions, then chopped them down
And though his pharmacist filled no scrips,
Her blue pills kept Speaker Pete more-or-less stiff
That’s Petey
That’s Speaker Pete
The flaccid has-been in Dover
‘Swing Your nightstick high, Petey
Beat them ’til they’re sore.
Smash them in their skulls and skin
For LEOBOR.”
This could use some editing. Nathan? You like Sondheim, AND you’re a scribe. Any suggestions? Or is this (a) beyond hope or (b) perfection personified?
Oh, you want the source material? Here ya go:
