The Muse Ponders On His Favorite Christmas Gift....

(a picture of the gift is attached at the end of the poem)

© 2012 by The Conservative Muse

The holidays are difficult for children of the Muse;

It's hard to find a present that a lightweight bard can use.

They searched the local plazas, and our famous Galleria --

Who knew the perfect gift would be the pet that's known as "Chia?"

But not just any Chia pet would cause such huge delight

As the one our kids had gotten -- it was love at firstly sight!

'Cause this "pet" took not the form of standard zoologic stock --

It boasted in its stead the head of wonderful Barack!

Now don't get mad at us, it's not a thing that we invented

(Though we do appreciate the sense of humor represented).

And yet when once we ponder on this terra cotta greening

We see that vis-a-vis Barack there's deeper inner meaning.

If there's one thing we can say about the "Chia" brand creation,

It would be to give it credit as a marketing sensation.

Some lightning in a bottle by these silly things was caught --

Neither toy nor plant nor pet -- and yet a ton of 'em were bought.

Undoubtedly by now you'd say you know the story well:

Achievement of success with nothing substantive to sell.

Reminds us of a guy we know who used to go around

And "organize communities" within Chicago-town.

Of real world experience he didn't have a clue;

If asked to run a business he'd be stumped on what to do.

And yet the media all jumped to push this feel-good tale,

When all was said and done they had the means to make the sale.

As we sit and watch our Chia grow its creepy greenish hair,

We realize how much is missing from what's really there.

A trifle of a product, but it's sitting on our table --

And Barack is in the White House, where he clearly is unable!