More Wit of W.C. Daniells

October 25, 2009
W.C. Daniells

W.C. Daniells

 

The following poem was not written by W.C. Daniells but was found among his other writings.  W.C. was a staunch Republican, and this poem reflects perfectly what his attitude was toward President Franklin Roosevelt.  The author is unknown.

 

 

REJECTED

A stranger stood at the gates of Hell,

And the Devil himself had answered the bell.

He looked him over from head to toe,

And said, “My Friend, I’d like to know

What you have done in the line of sin

To entitle you to come within?”

Then Franklin D. with his usual guile

Stepped forth and flashed his toothy smile.

“When I took charge in Thirty-three

A nation’s faith was mine,” said he.

I promised this and I promised that,

And I calmed them down with a Fireside chat,

I spent their money on fishing trips,

And fished from the decks of their Battleships,

I gave them jobs on the P.W.A.,

Then raised their taxes and took it away.

I raised their wages and closed their shops,

I killed their pigs and burned their crops.

I double-crossed both old and young,

And still, the fools, my praises sung.

I brought back beer, and what do you think?

I taxed it so high, they couldn’t drink.

I furnished money with Government loans,

When they missed a payment, I took their homes.

When I wanted to punish the folks, you know,

I put my wife on the radio.

I paid them to let their Farms lie still,

And imported Food Stuffs from Brazil.

I curtailed crops, when I felt real mean

And shipped in corn from Argentine.

When they’d start to worry, stew and fret,

I’d get them to chanting the Alphabet,

With A.A.A. and the C.C.C.

The W.P.A. and N.L.B.

With these many units, I got their goats,

And still, I crammed it down their throats.

My workers worked with the speed of snails,

While the taxpayers chewed their fingernails.

When the Organizers needed dough,

I closed the plants for the C.I.O.

I ruined jobs, and I ruined health,

And I put the screws on the rich man’s wealth.

And someone who couldn’t stand the gaff,

Would come to me, and how I’d laugh.

When they got too strong on certain things,

I’d pack and head for old Warm Springs.

I ruined their country, their homes and then

I placed the blame on Nine Old Men.

Now Franklin talked both long and loud,

And the Devil stood, and his head he bowed.

At last he said, “Let’s make it clear,

You’ll have to move, you can’t stay here;

For once you mingle with this mob,

I’ll have to hunt myself a job.”


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